Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a Chorister -- And an Orchard, for a Dome -- Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice -- I just wear my Wings -- And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church, Our little Sexton -- sings. God preaches, a noted Clergyman -- And the sermon is never long, So instead of getting to Heaven, at last -- I'm going, all along.
Emily Dickinson
If we have been tempted to discouragement or to doubt our own dignity, the Advent Season opens our eyes to see ourselves as we truly are. Yes, we are sinners and make mistakes, even big mistakes, in our lives but, through it all, God never ceases to look upon us with the immense love with which He always looks upon His only-begotten Son, our Lord Jesus Christ. If we have betrayed our destiny, as surely we sometimes have done, God has never ceased to love us and to draw us to Himself and to our final destiny which is eternal life with Him. May Advent open our eyes to see how much God loves us and, therefore, with what humility and confidence we should meet the challenges of our daily life in Christ.
7fc should sponsor a poetry reading series of its own writers at different 24 hour mcdonalds around the city at 4 AM.
You know those days where the whole universe seems to be off and you don't know why your doing the things your doing…?
Especially when you know you could fix it?
But that process seems to be too complicated?
So you just don't… realizing your just going to have to wake up in the same shitty situation tomorrow…
I hate these days.
The shitty ass days that plays the recurring role in my shitty ass dreams. Making up the majority of my shitty ass life.
Welcome to my head space.
Can someone fucking kill me, please.
The Maggid of Mezrich explains the Chazal that “ein ben dovid bo elo be-dor she-kilo zakai or kilo chayav” (“The son of David will not come but in a generation that is wholly innocent or wholly guilty”) as follows: it is yedua that God is soviv kol almin (surrounds all worlds) so if you go up, up you will reach God and likewise if you go down, down you reach the same God…
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From an unpublished manuscript (
Concerning the rabbi [R. Pinhas of Korets] before whom he [i.e. R. Raphael of Bershad] complained about one who sees qeri, Heaven forbid, that he had replied that he should not be afraid. And he [R. Raphael] said, ‘How is it possible to hit a man over his head with a beam, and for him not to be afraid!’ And he explained [this appears to refer to R. Raphael himself, who explained it in the name of R. Pinhas] at length that a person sees [qeri] so that he not be proud when he engages in much divine service, for they show him, ‘Who are you?’…[and when he admits to himself that he is lowly and contemptible he has nothing to fear!]
The Baal Shem Tov’s view on this is also interesting:
(Or Torah, 65b, translated in Hasidism as Mysticism, 103)
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After taking the course Watering Down Judaism 101, young Jews across America are creating open minyanim where everyone can sit in a circle, drum, and yodel:
“The primary reason I am here is because of gender equality,” said Rebecca Israel, 25, who was raised in an Orthodox family. Ms. Israel attended D.C. Minyan and Tikkun Leil Shabbat, which she visited one recent Friday, until she moved a year ago to New York, where she goes to Kehilat Hadar. “If Judaism is central to my morality, then its practices needed to reflect the morality that I learned from it. In religious practices that limit women’s participation, Orthodox shuls were not living up to that equality that is important to me.”
Doesn't that make YOU special? Chulent may be a hot mess, but at least we aren't serving up this crap.
What are the ultimate goals/duties/destinies of Judaism? Are we just trying to make ourselves feel good here?
Read the rest of this happy garbage on NYT.
This email is to announce to friends and acquaintances that my poetry collection from Finishing Line Press, Gunshy, is currently on sale and will ship on January 25th, 2008. The cover features a photo of the abandoned gun factory in Ithaca, New York and inside you will find leftover ammo from private wars that range from the erotic to the absurd.
They're also unabashedly erotic, always returning to those places where chaos and violence are, at most, half-successfully concealed beneath the surfaces of love, sex, and self-control. This is fine, memorable writing."
—Kevin Prufer, editor of Pleiades
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Thank you!
Sarah Ruth Jacobs
p.s. Enjoy the sample poem below.
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Living Among Thieves
Our shoulders are hunched
from jamming locks, from hacking
pale computer screens,
from lone triumph.
There are seven of us in all, the
youngest's stubble still soft.
I, the only female, am called
to comb the others' hair,
sometimes bring myself
into rooms where one or
another of them is lashed
with sobs, gladly replace
his old love, losing my own
hollows to his heady flood.
And I know nothing purer
than a thief's eyes lit up with
liquor, as on Saturdays when
we all sit naked about the
table planning our next heist,
my straight dark hair puddling
around each breast. The kitchen
is an island of light miles
away, and though I'm only
nineteen I'm everyone's
mother and mistress, my
thighs never cooling, a
different part of me burning
off each time, their husky
voices calling me a new
name every day of the week.
looking for the prisoner, the mystical chord
He opened up the Rhodes
Prophet-5 synthesize
Korg und Fender
He found her
hidden among the keys
tragic was her modality
symphonic her cries
concordant her descent
discordant dissonance
arpeggiate
say once or twice
aggregate
three times chai
sotto voce baritone
venti grande
starbucks eyes
dazed in a caffeinated
dream state latte
lucid dream fiend
lucien carr
buber beard
scholem schmear
ginsberg gvir pr
ziprin zeir
facial day
judgement gay
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