_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "It is not in the heavens, that you should say, "Who among us can go up to the heavens and get it for us and impart it to us, that we may observe it?" (...) No, the thing is very close to you, in your mouth and in your heart, to observe it". Deuteronomy
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Vida
The Mexican axolotl is a unique type of salamander that usually spends
its entire life in its larval form. Axolotls can regrow entire limbs and
regenerate parts of major organs.
Happy the man who has not walked in the wicked's counsel,
nor in way of offenders has stood,
nor in the session of scoffers has sat.
But the LORD's teaching is his desire,
and His teaching he murmurs day and night.
And he shall be like a tree planted by streams of water,
that bears its fruit in its season
and its leaf does not wither -
and in all that he does he prospers.
Not so the wicked,
but like chaff that the wind drives away.
Therefore the wicked will not stand up in judgement,
nor offenders in the band of the righteous.
For the LORD embraces the way of the righteous,
and the way of the wicked is lost.
Psalm 1
(translated by Robert Alter)
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One whose wisdom is greater than his deeds, what is he comparable to? To a tree with many branches and few roots; comes a storm and uproots it, and turns it on its face... But one whose deeds are greater than his wisdom, to what is he compared? To a tree with many roots and few branches, whom all the storms in the world cannot budge from its place.
Ethics of the Fathers 3:17
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Yale: "Introduction to the Old Testament (Hebrew Bible)"
24. Alternative Visions: Esther, Ruth, and Jonah
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Leonard Bernstein
Symphony Nr. 3 "Kaddish", Leonard Bernstein
Israel Philarmonic Orchestra
Leonard Bernstein, conductor.
Montserrat Caballé, soprano
Michael Wager, speaker
Wiener Jeunesse-Choir
Wiener Sängerknaben
Text: Leonard Bernstein.
1.- I. Invocation (Anrufung): Adagio 00:00
2.- Kaddish 1: L'istesso tempo - Allegro Molto 03:00
3.- II. Din-Torah: Di nuovo Adagio 07:58
4.- Kaddish 2: Andante con tenerezza 13:56 Kaddish 3
5.- III. Scherzo: Presto scherzando, sempre pianissimo 22:08
6.- Finale: Adagio come nel Din-Torah 26:44
7.- Allegro vivo, con gioia 29:28
Leonard Bernstein, conductor.
Montserrat Caballé, soprano
Michael Wager, speaker
Wiener Jeunesse-Choir
Wiener Sängerknaben
Text: Leonard Bernstein.
1.- I. Invocation (Anrufung): Adagio 00:00
2.- Kaddish 1: L'istesso tempo - Allegro Molto 03:00
3.- II. Din-Torah: Di nuovo Adagio 07:58
4.- Kaddish 2: Andante con tenerezza 13:56 Kaddish 3
5.- III. Scherzo: Presto scherzando, sempre pianissimo 22:08
6.- Finale: Adagio come nel Din-Torah 26:44
7.- Allegro vivo, con gioia 29:28
6 de outubro de 2013
Drake
"Started from the Bottom"
"Started... Zombie on the track...
[Chorus:]
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team fucking here
[Verse 1:]
I done kept it real from the jump
Living at my mama's house we'd argue every mornin'
Nigga, I was trying to get it on my own
Working all night, traffic on the way home
And my uncle calling me like "Where ya at?
I gave you the keys told ya bring it right back"
Nigga, I just think it's funny how it goes
Now I'm on the road, half a million for a show
And we...
[Chorus:]
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team fucking here,
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here nigga
[Verse 2:]
Boys tell stories about the man
Say I never struggled, wasn't hungry, yeah, I doubt it, nigga
I could turn your boy into the man
There ain't really much I hear that's poppin' off without us, nigga
We just want the credit where it's due
I'm a worry about me, give a fuck about you
Nigga, just as a reminder to myself
I wear every single chain, even when I'm in the house
Cause we...
[Chorus:]
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga
[Bridge:]
No new niggas, nigga we don't feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don't like to do too much explaining
Story stays the same I never changed it
No new niggas, nigga we don't feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don't like to do too much explaining
Story stay the same through the money and the fame
Cause we...
[Chorus:]
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here nigga"
5 de outubro de 2013
Bob Dylan
"A Hard Rains Gonna Fall" (1963)
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singing
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Bedrich Fritta
"Vaudeville Theater", 1943/44
Cultural life was possible in Theresienstadt, though in a restricted
form. It included theater, concerts, and vaudeville performances,
initially held in secret. For the SS, these activities helped to promote the desired propaganda image. But for the prisoners, cultural events in the ghetto were opportunities for both distraction and intellectual resistance.
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