Abandoned Victorian Style Greenhouse, Villa Maria, in northern Italy near Lake Como. Photo taken in 1985 by Friedhelm Thomas
Israeli singer Shai Tsabari and I have something in common: We both admire poetry by Haviva Pedaya, a contemporary Jewish philosopher.
She is a brown-eyed mystic, born in Jerusalem, to a dynasty of Sephardic Kabbalah scholars from Iraq. Her Hebrew compositions have won so many prizes that it’s hard to keep track. If you dig feminist Jewish poets with a spiritual slant and an eye for keen wordplay, Haviva probably wrote your next favorite jam.
Shai recently set some of her verses to music for a song in his new album. (Shai Tsabari hails from a Yemenite family in Jaffa. He learned folks songs from his grandmother and the art of religious singing from his father.)
Here’s our makeshift English translation of his new song, The King:
"The king brings me to your chamber/ I waited for so long /and I’ve seen nothing else/ I swear I won’t peek/ and it’s easy for me to keep my promise/ because I only have eyes for you…There, I will give you my tears…"
These verses by Haviva were inspired by the Song of Songs, the only book of the Bible focused solely on passionate love.
Each generation grapples with love in its own words. One of my poems inspired by the biblical Song of Songs was published this summer in Poetica Magazine. (Click here to read excerpts from Shulamite’s Psalm by Leigh Cuen.)
Despite the nightmares of war, or maybe precisely because of the situation, many artists in Tel Aviv spent this summer pondering the pains of love. Even these lyrics of rapture are tinged with sorrow.
Autumn is almost here. Where did the time go?
Photos by Omri Dotan
Perseverance, Self-Transcendence, and the “Slow Churn” of Creativity – my conversation with artist Rachel Sussman on how deep time puts our fleeting human lives in perspective, what it takes to persist, and why any meaningful creative endeavor requires sacrifice.
Watch it here, with transcribed highlights.
A haiku from the article: Ariana Grande Prepares ‘My Everything’
1) I don’t give a shit what’s in your head. By which I mean if it isn’t on the page it doesn’t exist. The connection between your mind and the reader’s mind is language. Reading is not telepathy.
2) I don’t care whether you like the texts we study or you don’t. Like or dislike is a personal…
Authors love to use mixtapes as plot devices, but as Slate’s Dee Lockett points out, they rarely share the actual tracklists. (“Even Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity, in which the main character is obsessed with mixtapes, doesn’t reveal a full tracklist.”)
So Lockett compiled Spotify playlists for those rare books (and movies) that practice full mixtape transparency. (There’s even a playlist for the Eleanor & Park mixtape that’s all Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart” on loop.) Get your headphones out and enjoy.
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