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The trouble with wanting to go someplace better is, you don't.

I have the lovely 2008 Aya Korem cover of this song in my collection (as part of "'Avodah 'Ivrit"). Here's the Eran Tzur 1993 original, in all its Goth glory.



Wikipedia (English auto-translation from the Hebrew)
The poem is written in the first person and describes the narrator 's suicide , as it is said at the beginning of the poem: "On the evening of the second day / I devoured my soul". The continuation of the first stanza describes the suicide method, similar to the one used by the writer Virginia Woolf when she committed suicide in 1941.

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NEW MOON IN NOVEMBER
(rough translation by asher63)

On a new moon in November, I set my soul free,
put rocks inside my pockets, and walked into the sea.

My soul begged for mercy in the currents of a stream
A wooded lake and goldfish around me in my dream

My day of grief is my day of joy
My day of joy is my day of grief

Who will save a blind man in the sea?
My soul begged for mercy, but it was all a dream.

Deeper and deeper in the darkness my soul fell
And found its resting place in the seventh pit of hell

the forest of the desperate, they tore their souls and turned into trees
wild animals dwelling in their branches and leaves

My day of grief is my day of joy
My day of joy is my day of grief
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I still remember Shabbat with Rabbi Rindenow in San Francisco, singing zmirot (Sabbath table hymns) on Friday nights and Saturday afternoons. Some of my favorites were "Mah Yedidut" and "Kah Ribon" and "Dror Yikra".

The refrain of "Mah Yedidut" contains the phrase "barburim, u'slav ve'dagim". "Barbur" isn't a really common word in Hebrew; Artscroll translates it as "fatted fowl". But I still think of that song every time I drive on Barbur Boulevard in Portland.

http://zemirotdatabase.org/view_song.php?id=9

http://zemirotdatabase.org/view_song.php?id=53

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I had the pleasure of meeting David Ehrlich once in his Jerusalem cafe/bookstore. He was a close friend of my longtime friend Professor Michael Weingrad.

He is remembered by Michael here:
https://www.pdx.edu/judaic/news/david-ehrlich-memoriam

'David Ehrlich - In Memoriam
Author: Michael Weingrad
Posted: March 24, 2020

It is with great sorrow that we announce the passing of David Ehrlich (1959-2020), father, writer, founder of Jerusalem's legendary literary cafe Tmol Shilshom, and the 2009 Schusterman Israeli Artist-in-Residence at Portland State University's Judaic Studies department.

David was the author of three collections of short stories in Hebrew, as well as the collection in English translation Who Will Die Last: Stories of Life in Israel (Syracuse University Press, 2013).

David's residency at PSU was widely appreciated by students and community members. A number of PSU students decided to visit Israel for the first time after taking a course on Israeli literature with David. Portland's Jewish Theatre Collaborative created and performed a dramatic reading of his stories, and David spoke to audiences in Portland, Seattle, and Eugene about literature, gay identity in Israel, and the challenges of keeping a cafe open during the Intifada. He valued spending time in Oregon with the late Alter Wiener, a Holocaust survivor who was a childhood friend of David's father, also a Holocaust survivor from Poland. David spoke frequently of how much he loved his time in Portland, and frequently sported his PSU baseball cap on the streets of Jerusalem.

Tmol Shilshom, a Jerusalem cultural institution, first opened in 1994 and is a favorite destination for its countless visitors over the years, a warm and welcoming haven for a diverse cross-section of Jerusalem's population. Tmol has long been known as an LGBTQ-friendly place (David served on the board of Jerusalem's LGBTQ community center) as well as a popular choice for young religious Jews on a first date. The cafe's rich schedule of readings by Israel's foremost writers was launched with a poetry reading by David's friend Yehuda Amichai, and continues today with poetry slams, book launches, and musical performances. All this reflected David's warmth of personality, love of books, and openness to people.

David was a beloved friend to many in Israel, the United States, and throughout the world, a true portion of the beauty Jerusalem is said to have been granted from on high. He is survived by his parents, his sister, his two 12 year old children, and his friend Tamar Baum with whom he co-parented their twins. May his memory be a blessing...'

Follow the link for a picture, and links in the original.

At the Forward, David is remembered by writers and others who knew him:
https://forward.com/news/israel/442313/longing-for-yesterday-a-tribute-to-the-late-david-ehrlich-of-tmol-shilshom/

May his memory be for a blessing. Blessed is the Righteous Judge.
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I didn't get as much done this weekend as I'd hoped, but I did manage to get through Shir haShirim (Song of Songs) to the end, which was the Bible project I'd tasked myself with a few weeks ago. It's not that long - only 117 verses, although the verses tend to be longish - and it's part of the liturgy (read publicly on the eve of the Sabbath and/or Passover, depending on local custom). Plus it's really beautiful, and it is referenced by countless Israeli pop songs. So I wanted to sit down and take the time to get familiar with it. There are some grammatical anomalies in the Hebrew, and a few words I had to look up (with no help from the Artscroll non-translation) but overall it was pretty smooth going.

Today (Sunday) I spent some time working on programming, although I didn't get as much done as I would have liked. I've dabbled in C++ and Visual Basic, but I've decided to get serious about learning Python and C# in Visual Studio. Right now I'm working through a tutorial where you make a timed arithmetic quiz app. Now that I'm on GitHub, I can leave feedback on the tutorial and join discussion forums for learners.

The weather here has finally started clearing up, and we're getting patches of sunshine from time to time. We're not quite out of the winter weather yet - it's expected to be cold this week, and we might even get one or two more days of snow before it's all over. But thankfully we've had a mild winter overall, and I haven't had to test my snow-driving prowess on these hilly roads yet.

Tomorrow is pay day, and that means I finally get to drive my car down to the tire shop and get a set of new tires. Not the most exciting thing to spend a big check of my paycheck on, but it's gotta be done; and given the road conditions, and my remote-ish location, I think it'll be prudent to invest in a good quality set.

So, off to bed, and then to another work week.
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"I won't ask anything of you, if you'll just be here again tomorrow."

I woke up with this song in my brain, so now you get to hear it too.
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They surround her,
the seven planets,
but she burns toward
the pallor of his face.

And he's so far away,
in the heavens of the Earth's sphere,
but he yearns for her,
her golden fire.

The moon's shadow stretches
over the sun's face.
Forever, day and night,
they are touching up above.
And it's not enough for him, not enough for her -
just for a moment, and then on.
And so, each day, for countless years,
he dies in her light, and she in his.
Sunset of a pink dawn,
lost love.

Time and again in their despair
they darken for a moment:
eclipse of the moon,
eclipse of the sun.
Yet in this pursuit
the illuminate the sky,
captive in their orbits,
unconsoled.

הם סובבים אותה,
שבעת כוכבי הלכת
אך היא בוערת אל
חיוורון פניו.
והוא רחוק כל כך,
בשמי כדור הארץ,
אבל נכסף אליה
לאש זהב.

צל הירח
אל פני השמש נמשך.
תמיד בין יום ובין לילה,
נוגעים שם למעלה,
וזה לא די לו, לא די לה -
רק לרגע והלאה.
וכך כל יום, שנים אין ספור,
הוא מת באורה,
היא באורו.
שקיעת זריחה ורודה,
אהבה אבודה.

לא פעם בייאושם
הם מחשיכים לרגע,
ליקוי ירח
וליקוי חמה.
אך במרדף הזה
הם מאירי שמיים,
שבויים במסלולם
בלי נחמה.

צל הירח
אל פני השמש נמשך.
תמיד בין יום ובין לילה,
נוגעים שם למעלה,
וזה לא די לו, לא די לה -
רק לרגע והלאה.
וכך כל יום, שנים אין ספור,
הוא מת באורה,
היא באורו.
שקיעת זריחה ורודה,
אהבה אבודה.
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You know how you can hear a song 100 times and not really pay attention, and then on the 101st time it suddenly grabs you? That's this song for me right now. The name of the band (Devek) means glue, and I'm glued to this tune.

I'll try to work up a translation of the lyrics later.

Anenu

2016-11-15 09:47
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Meir Banai live. This song just kills me.

"Answer us, G-d of Abraham ..."
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I'm working on getting Proverbs 6 thru 8 nailed down in the Hebrew. This hasn't been my favorite section of P in the past but I'm warming to it now. I really like the contrasts between the feminine personifications of Folly and Wisdom. (I don't have to be bound by the reading of "physical gratification and heretical ideas" propounded by the good folks at ArtScroll.)

One thing I notice about the behavior of Folly, the femme fatale of 7:6 - 27, is that it's this weird mixture of secretiveness and aggressiveness. She's here, she's there, suddenly she's hitting on him. She literally gets in his face. She's a stalker. It's not just that her behavior is "unladylike" - it's manipulative and dangerous.

The male object of her attentions can't claim ignorance, because she tells him upfront that "the man is not in his house ... he took the purse of money with him." So she's a married woman trying to make a few shekels on the side. And notice how her house (7:8 and :11) becomes "his house" in her words (7:19) - it's like the husband is gone, so NOBODY is responsible for what happens in the house! She's disavowing responsibility on behalf of herself and the male listener. And the final warning (23) is - like so much of P - eminently pragmatic, and recalls 6:26-32. The lesson: following Folly is bad for your health.

Wisdom, by contrast, stands in plain view and calls out, where she can be seen and heard by anyone who cares to look or listen. She may be subtle but she's not sneaky. Again, this is totally consistent with the outlook of P: real wisdom isn't convoluted (niftal ve'ikkesh), it's honest and straightforward. Lady Wisdom doesn't try to entice you with a lot of glamor and superstition; she doesn't promise you get-rich-quick schemes or thrust a copy of Dianetics into your hand. But if you seek her you'll find her, and if you love her she'll treat you right (8:17).

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