I can’t quite take the pictures down. Can’t quite stop staring at them. Can’t call it an altar exactly, but I know others do. Others have. And others will. How do we stop mourning and put the pictures away? And the candles. And the little mementos and ritual objects that surround those photos that remind…
daily kaddish: for isabel
Today’s Kaddish is for my friend Maria’s daughter, Isabel, who died on Tuesday.
daily kaddish: backstage
Another workaday “Kaddish” from backstage at the dance theater. You’ll hear some dancers discussing how it sounds like the beginning of the “Rite of Spring” near the beginning of the recording.
daily kaddish: for Sheila Synder
I guess it’s appropriate that this is a real “workman’s kaddish”—nothing fancy or great, just another day on the job with a horn player—because it’s a Kaddish for a former colleague of mine, Sheila Snyder.
daily kaddish: from the dressing room
Today’s “Kaddish” recording is the first in a series made in the dressing room before our rehearsals and performances—a slice of life backstage.
daily kaddish: from the floor of Space Place
Today’s kaddish is an excerpt recorded on the floor at Space Place, the University of Iowa Dance Department’s theater.
daily kaddish: for the Iraq War
Clearly this quagmire is far from over—but let the Iraq War rest in actual peace.
a kaddish for qaddafi. of sorts.
I feel like I’m supposed to write a kaddish for Qaddafi. And I’m having a lot of trouble doing so. What I want to do is defend him somehow. Say that he’s been maligned for decades. Tell you about the jokes Tunisians (Libya’s neighbors to the west) used to tell about Qaddafi, all the way…
daily kaddish: for qaddafi
Col. Muammar el-Qaddafi died today. Arab Autumn?
daily kaddish: for Margaret Cashel Phelan
A kaddish for Margaret Cashel Phelan, granddaughter of one of the founders of my old home-town, Grafton, North Dakota.