I’m feeling a little ragged tonight. I was up all night last night filling out divorce paperwork.
Category: kaddish in two-part harmony
The Academic and the Musician. The academic immerses in Kaddish with thoughts of thinking rather than feeling—the emotions being too raw. The musician spends her time in making us feel, whether we want to or not. And making the music of kaddish. Making music kadosh. A flurry of emails ensue between the two. Their blogs lock horns, as do the writers themselves. They start a joint blog. They start a podcast.
A commitment to a year-long project has begun: a kaddish in two-part harmony.
A conversation among an anthropologist, a musician, and their audience on themes of death and dying, grief, ritual, the interplay between musician and listener.
daily kaddish: for kristen and carolyn’s aunt and uncle
Carolyn and Kristen, my thoughts are with your family. May your aunt and uncle rest in peace.
daily kaddish: no frills
Mira and I finally got to work together live in my studio again, and we decided to go “no frills” all the way.
daily kaddish: muted backstage at the opera
Tonight’s Kaddish is played entirely on muted horn, since I recorded it using my iPhone in a far too live exit foyer backstage at the opera.
body, mind, and spirit or wobble, falter, and fall
There’s a class that I teach called Body, Mind, Spirit. Pretty funny, actually, to call it that but I couldn’t name the course what it really is: Integral Transformative Practice. I mean, nobody knows what that is, right? And what would that look like on a university transcript? But Body, Mind, Spirit is a reasonable…
daily kaddish: trying once again to harmonize
I keep sitting down at the piano thinking I’ll be able to harmonize “Kaddish” the way I hear it in my imagination, but it never comes out quite right. This one’s a little closer, but I think I’m going to have to spend time with pencil and paper.
daily kaddish: getting back to the kaddish
It can’t be right to say I’m enjoying getting back to mourning, but that’s almost what I’m saying here.
daily kaddish: for amanda simmons
Tonight’s kaddish, using Mira’s text for a household engulfed in sadness, wishing blessings on the house, is for Amanda Simmons
a kaddish for the end of summer
It might not look like the end of summer to you, but it does to me. The Department secretary sent everyone an email saying that syllabi are due asap. Are mine done? Not a chance. But I’ve been thinking about it. Preparing to prepare to write them up. What have I done in preparation? Well….
daily kaddish: nine months and counting
Mira, we just passed the nine-month mark a few days ago. We’ve been at this long enough for a full human gestation period. Have we birthed something?