day 48 of 50 The Broken Heart of Torah

Jacqueline: (old siddur, with broken binding) I forgot to keep it simple, and so it broke   Amichai: Sacred Jewish books, when broken and no longer useful, gain the status of human bodies, buried in graves, back in the ground. Words for us are serious business, sacred matter. Just like the containers of the word […]

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day 47 of 50 when the gate is shut

Jacqueline: (broken doorbell) He broke my swagger, my spirit, my peace of mind. I will be forever grateful. Amichai: When your own front door no longer opens, because the one who lived there with you all those years just changed the locks–what do you call that panic? What name is given to this pain? A […]

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day 46 of 50 seagulls shed like angels

day 46 of 50 seagulls shed like angels Jacqueline: some things need to break away. Amichai: Do birds mind the feathers falling? Do they hurt like torn out limbs or shed like leaves? Do tress mind autumn? Or are they, like us, barely aware of how our cells changes and replaced with every living second? […]

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day 45 of 50 like a perfect broken record

Jacqueline: (broken cd) there are some things that you just never, ever, not ever, want to hear ever again. Amichai: few stimulants can be as strong as music. Why I wept today walking down a rain swept street was anybody’s guess, should anybody bother, but I knew well within my headphones it was just the […]

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