Mira said it really well—our yearlong project of mourning together in this “kaddish in two-part harmony” project has done the job. It has worked so well that we both feel good and done with mourning itself. Our grief is replaced with happiness, and there are moments when that feels—well, sad.
At a certain point, I suppose, I just got sick of the whole damned enterprise. And that was the time to step back and write a paper about our process. Which we did. And presented at the Annual Meetings of the American Anthropological Association in Montréal. We just got back. The presentation went really well. […]
Live performance together is a privilege for us performers. Don’t let anyone’s exhausted cynicism about the indeed-challenging business of the performing arts tell you otherwise.
Today’s Kaddish is another whose only theme, really, is that this is what we do during our year.
Once again a statistical software conference pushes my Kaddish duties into the wee hours.
Sometimes keeping up the daily ritual is a royal pain.
The third daughter of the rebbe tended to be called (affectionately) Vavah. It was one of those perhaps unfortunate infant names conferred upon her at long-last, after her sainted mother claimed to have witnessed her utter those long-awaited first sounds, not even words, but — ו ו ו ו —va-va-va-va. That the chatty babe […]
I decided to try to play Kogan’s “Kaddish” in a soothing style.
Recently an acquaintance of mine died, ridiculously young.
I asked Mira to record text for a Kaddish for an acquaintance of mine who died ridiculously young, Kirstin Paisley. I’ll write more about her tomorrow.