kaddish in two-part harmony
A conversation between an anthropologist and a musician along with a growing virtual minyan, on themes of death and dying, grief, ritual, and the interplay between music and words.about
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anyone who is hungry, let them come and eat
The tzaddik grew up in the Bronx, across from Yankee Stadium. That must say a lot about him, but I’m not sure what exactly. His family lived in a shvitzy little apartment, overcrowded with uncles and cousins and such. That … Continue reading
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Tagged collaboration, dads, Elijah, Eliyahu, Jewish identity, lamed-vavnik, Pesach, Seymour Fromer, tzaddik stories
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epitaph for a tzaddik
New Orleans. With the voudon priest. Again. He gives me a reading. And one of the things he says is: “Don’t go to the cemetery. He’s not there. Go to the place where he still resides. The place where he … Continue reading
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Tagged dads, death and dying, Ile Ife, lamed-vavnik, life cycle, obituaries, Seymour Fromer
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a kaddish for Caprica
Something was bound to go wrong on the Tzaddik’s first Yahrtzeit. It was a day I had hoped to bring my mother to the cemetery for the first time — for she herself had been too gravely ill to understand … Continue reading
the tzaddik and the vavlings
A tzaddik walks into a bar, and … I really want to start that way, only the Tzaddik didn’t pick up the vav in a bar. The tzaddik has only been in a bar once in his life and that … Continue reading
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Tagged Jewish identity, lamed-vavnik, Paradise, PARDES, Tetragrammaton
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