

~ Lizzy
-Leonard CohenBut to reach that authentic will, our little will has to undergo a lot of battering.
And it's not appropriate that our little will should be destroyed too often
because we need it to interact with all the other little wills
And our friend, Simon, gives us some more information about Zionism and its influence on A. M. Klein and hopefully on Leonard, also.that day God made a covenant with Abram, saying:
To thy seed will I give this land, from the river
of Egypt even to the great river Euphrates.
All of this, of course, echoes within the context of Abraham's two son's, Ishmael and Issac.Whereas Spinoza presents the theoretical grounding for man as defender and preserver
of the divine force in humanity, the Zionist struggle to reassert human dignity
embodies the hope of victory of humanism over tyranny.
The Zionist ideal of the return to the land reconfirms the pantheistic notion
of man's indelible affinity with nature and the divine.
In the reality of the emerging totalitarian regimes, Jewish freedom
to cultivate the ancestral land counteracts the threat of man's
dehumanization; in that sense, Jewish national rebirth becomes
the emblem of humanity's moral rebirth.
Abraham undergoes circumcism at 99 and has Ishmael undergo it at 13. All of this brings to mind a story that my sister sent me recently about a preacher and a bear. I won't bore you with the whole story, but will provide the punchline from the rabbi, "Maybe, I shouldn't have started off with the circumcism."Isaac said to his father: My father. And he answered: What wilt thou, son?
Behold, saith he, fire and wood: where is the victim for the holocaust?
And Abraham said: God will provide himself a victim for an holocaust, my son.
So they went on together.
Klein's ambivlance that Ahmar and Izak be brothers reaches its climax in this passage:For thou art the world, and I am part thereof; thou
art the
blossom and I its fluttering petal.
I behold thee in all things, and in all things: lo
it is myself;
into the pupil of thine eye, it is my very countenance
I see.
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I am thy son, 0 Lord, and brother to all that lives
am I. (90-94,113)
Klein's ambivalence, though, does reflect the tension between his political
awareness that Zionism, to triumph on the terms it had established,
had to militantly defend itself, and his longing to be "brother to all that lives."
"Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" concludes,
'Tis not in me to unsheathe an avenging sword;
I cannot don phylactery to pray;
Weaponless, blessed with no works, and much abhorred,
This only is mine wherewith to face the horde:
The frozen patience waiting for its day,
The stance long-suffering, the stoic word,
The bright empirics that knows well that the
Night of the cauchemar comes and goes away,--
A baleful wind, a baneful nebula, over
A saecular imperturbability. (163-72)
What strikes me now, are the tensions that this sets up. In the terrible inferno of the Holocaust, there is beauty that is covered and concealed. Those who suffered carefully share in the covenant of love-not simply land, and the wounds of ignorance are dressed with mercy.Blessed be the teacher of my heart, on his throne of patience. Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word. Who, in the terrible inferno, sheltered understanding, and keeps her still, beautiful and deeply concealed. Blessed are you who sweetens the longing between us. Blessed are you who binds the arm to the heart, and the will to the will. Who has written a name on a gate, that she might find it, and come into my room. Who defends a heart with strangerhood. Blessed are you who sealed a house with weeping. Blessed be Ishmael for all time, who covered his face with the wilderness, and came to you in darkness. Blessed be the covenant of love between what is hidden and what is revealed. I was like one who had never been caressed, when you touched me from a place in your name, and dressed the wound of ignorance with mercy. Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.
As Pound wrote of Whitman, "Let there be commerce between us."It goes all the way from thinking that nothing any of us do is terribly important
to feeling that every person has a divine spark and is here to fulfil a special mission.
I read the chapter dedicated to BoM in Rawlins/Dorman's book, and they are sure he's careful about Arabs, noting that he directly adresses them thru Ishmael, father of their nation. I think that many of you already mentioned that, and particularky Simon and Joe, with reminding us on dichotomy Isaac/Ishmael, where Isaac = Jews (Palestinian Jews) and Ishmael = Arabs (Palestinian Arabs).lazariuk wrote:What is it that he is being very careful about?
... you opportune to comment what seems to be a bit more of bad vibe in the gratuitous lead-in to telling Jack that he is (partially) right about something, with:After all the unfortunate bad vibes that have been dispensed, I pray-since it is a book of prayer-that the text be understood by the open-hearted many, rather than the broken-hearted few.
... the purpose for which I can't pretend to understand at allAnd here, in my own, Confiteur Deo, to Jack who has seemed to be driving me nuts with the volume of his "tangential" thoughts, I say:
Here, in this deathless song, in the house of night. Where, Leonard writes:
Quote:
It goes all the way from thinking that nothing any of us do is terribly important
to feeling that every person has a divine spark and is here to fulfil a special mission.
DBCohen wrote:If somebody is willing to introduce I.15, please do;
from Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman
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WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
A laugh-out-loud moment for me.I suppose this kind of man-handling of text
is like a child playing with the needles and bed-pans
and other hospital paraphernalia that occasionally
washes up on the shore.
Quote:
from Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman
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WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
Oh Partially right? Which part should I have left out of my trinity? the people who are on the land or the repentence?Joe Way wrote:Jack, you were right, (partially) this business is about land. It is specifically about the covenant with Abram, that states:
that day God made a covenant with Abram, saying:
To thy seed will I give this land, from the river
of Egypt even to the great river Euphrates.
This is such a beautiful paragraph that I think that everyone should memorize it. Then they can use it over and over again and subsitute Jack for any name they wish.lizzytysh wrote:With this, I want to reiterate that what I see as Jack's own divine spark, and what some consider to be his purely "tangential" comments and offerings, as being integral to his own special mission, and that I appreciate reading what he contributes to this section. I posture that there is more divine and more sparks, for noticing, if one suspends judgement and merely reads with openness what he writes.