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During this week of Passover, I was thinking about the ten plagues and how smart it would have been to do kaddishim for each of the ten plagues. Ten Kaddish ideas, right there for the taking. Unfortunately, it was day 6 of Passover, and I was late to the table.
But plagues.
I was worn out from my week. I didn’t have the energy to engage with what’s important. Instead I played a frippery on the Kaddish—an escapist kaddish that was jazzy in the sense of a plague. Not good jazz, not fun. No, the jazz you play when you don’t feel real jazz.
A plague of jazz.