In which I talk about chanting Torah, singing, life, you name it. This blog is a writing exercise to help me organize my thoughts.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
No more long lists of birds; juicy tales of iniquity and enlightenment await instead. A while back I sung about the serpent and apple, and a week later stars in the sky. Up next: 23 verses about the rape of Dinah, just short of the part about her brothers' payback. As I'm still having trouble getting back to real, non-holiday time two months after the fact, still catching up on work I put off during all those weekdays of chag (and hoping the crappy economy will oblige with new work once this pile is gone), it feels good to get up early, take many deep breaths, and practice telling a great story. It's a tragic one, but the next parasha will not be--and I bet the one after that will. On Simhat Torah, little tributaries kept breaking off from the big, dizzy crowd of dancers and, hands on shoulders, winding sinuously around twirling circles of people and Torot. From the balcony the lines looked like a network of joyous, sneaky snakes, squeezing in and out clumps of flying spinners when they least expected it. I was surprised to find myself describing this ecstatic scene with a metaphor of the symbol of humanity's worst sin. The line between good and evil can be tenuous; it seems somehow fitting that I sing about infinite promise one week, and bottomless anger the next.
Posted by alto artist at 11:57 PM
Labels: chanting, High Holy Day services 2008, Judaism, the Sanctuary
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Hoping you had a fabulous Thanksgiving!
Sunday was the beginning of Lent for us. The 1st day we lament our anger...we talk to God passionately..expressing our anger. Or something like that.
That sounds like a very good and intense reason for a holy day or long period of reflection, and I wish you a meaningful experience... There is no Jewish equivalent of a day just for expressing anger. Longing, sorrow, hope, yes, but not anger. I wish there were.
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