Leonard Cohen

"Chelsea Hotel No. 2"

"I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
 

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just threw it all to the ground
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me once again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I don't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, my little darling, I don't even think of you that often"

 

Altar

"The Altar" (Akedah), Leonard Baskin (1977)

Samuel Heilman

"Choices Made in the '60s and '50s" (1993)

Ester

"Storie di Ester", Sandro Botticelli e Filippino Lippi (1470-80)

Vida

Goraz

Yair Zakovitch

 "Leon Charney Report"

Arca

 "Noah's Ark", Edward Hicks (1846)

Albert Bloch

Blue Eclipse (1955)

Michael Oren

"Ally": Conversation with Rabbi David Wolpe (2015)

Rubʿ al-Khali

Arabian Peninsula

Coração

"Open Heart", Elie Wiesel

Bob Dylan

 "The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest", Bob Dylan

"Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed more money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be your gain".

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
"Would ya please not stare at me like that", he said
"It's just my foolish pride
But sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hide".

Well, Judas he just winked and said
"All right, I'll leave you here
But you'd better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you want
Before they all disappear"
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
Just tell me where you''ll be".

Judas pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity"
"Eternity ?" said Frankie Lee
With a voice as cold as ice
"That's right", said Judas Priest, "Eternity
Though you might call it Paradise"
"I don't call it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
"All right", said Judas Priest
"I'll see you after a while".

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and mean
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
Whose father is deceased ?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest".
"Oh yes, he is my friend"
Said Frankie Lee in fright
"I do recall him very well
In fact, he just left my sight"
Yes, that's the one", said the stranger
As quiet as a mouse.
"Well, my message is, he's down the road
Stranded in a house".

Well, Frankie Lee he panicked
He dropped ev'rythimg and ran
Until he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
"What kind of a house is this", he said
"Where I have come to roam ?"
"It's not a house", said Judas Priest
"It's not a house, it's a home".

Well, Frankie Lee he trembled
He soon lost all control
Over ev'rything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll
He just stood there starring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in ev'ry one.

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful bounding leap
And foaming at the mouth
He began to make his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of thirst.

No one tried to say a thing
When they carried him out in jest
Except of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along alone
Whit his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is revealed".
Well, the moral of the story
The moral of this song
Is simply that one should never be
Where ones does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road"

 

Vida

Melro Azul

Those who are kind to the cruel, in the end will be cruel to the kind.

Kohelet Rabbah, 7:16
 

Médio Oriente

The Latest in the Middle East with Bernard Haykel

Rabbi David Wolpe

Rabbi Wolpe and Dave Rubin on Judaism, Israel, and Religion in America 

Korah

 "The Punishment of Korah and the Stoning of Moses and Aaron", Sandro Botticelli (1482)

Samuel Heilman

"The Jews of the '50s", Samuel Heilman" (1993)

Homossexualidade

Male Homosexuality Shiur, Rabbi Joseph Dweck (audio)

Vida

Indian Jackal

Modigliani

(1913)

Jonathan Richman

"Pablo Picasso", Modern Lovers

"Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole

Well the girls would turn the color
Of the avocado when he would drive
Down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright

Well he was only 5'3"
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York

Oh well be not schmuck, be not obnoxious
Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole
Remember the story of Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it

Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo Picasso was never called..."

 

Amuletos

Two Hamsas, a Star of David and the turquoise color protect a Jewish house in the Nahla’ot Neighborhood, Jerusalem

Solidão

“In the Bible: Solitude“, Elie Wiesel 

Europa

"The End of Europe" with James Kirchick, Julia Ioffe, Bret Stephens and Alana Newhouse

Max Ferdinand Scheler

(1874-1928)

Shoah

“Behind the lies of Holocaust denial“, Deborah Lipstadt

Vida

Richmond Birdwing Butterfly

Akedah

"The Sacrifice of Isaac", Giovanni Battista Piazzetta (1715)

Marc Zvi Brettler

"The Creation of Israel, Exodus, and Mt Sinai" (Me'ah Online)

The sum and substance of the whole of historical Judaism, its handbook and memorial tablet, will ever be the Prayer Book... He to whom these volumes are not a sealed book has more than grasped the "essence of Judaism." He is informed with it as with life itself; he has within him a "Jewish World."

Nahum Glatzer, Franz Rosenzweig: His Life and Thought, 1953, p.251

Lorde

"Perfect Places"

"Every night, I live and die
Feel the party to my bones
Watch the wasters blow the speakers
Spill my guts beneath the outdoor light
It's just another graceless night
I hate the headlines and the weather
I'm 19 and I'm on fire
But when we're dancing I'm alright
It's just another graceless night

Are you lost enough?
Have another drink, get lost in us
This is how we get notorious, oh
'Cause I don't know
If they keep tellin' you where to go
I'll blow my brains out to the radio, oh

All of the things we're taking
'Cause we are young and we're ashamed
Sends us to perfect places
All of our heroes fading
Now I can't stand to be alone
Let's go to perfect places

Every night, I live and die
Meet somebody, take 'em home
Let's kiss and then take off our clothes
It's just another graceless night

'Cause all of the things we're taking
'Cause we are young and we're ashamed
Sends us to perfect places
All of our heroes fading
Now I can't stand to be alone
Let's go to perfect places

All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?
All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?
All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?"
 

Hermann Cohen

(1842-1918)

Satã

"Satan: The Image and Concept in Ancient Jewish Texts", Elie Wiesel 

Vida

Mandarin duck

"Bei Mir Bist Du Shein"

The Andrew Sisters

Tel Aviv

Stephen Shore

Alain Finkielkraut

Discours de Genève, Prix du Moral Courage 2017

Maimónides

"Mishneh Torah", Venice (1574)

Pogrom

"The Homeless (After the Pogrom)", Maurycy Minkowski (1906)

50 anos

(1/2)

(2/2)

"The Israel and Arab conflict: Six-Day War", Ilan Ziv 

 

Hannah Wilke

"S.O.S. – Starification Object Series"(1974-82)

Rabbi David Wolpe

JBHA 70th Anniversary Gala

Vida

Swallowtail butterflies

Jonathan Richman

"Roadrunner", The Modern Lovers (1972)

"One-two-three-four-five-six!
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with Massachusetts
And the neon when it's cold outside
And the highway when it's late at night
Got the radio on
I'm like the roadrunner

Alright
I'm in love with modern moonlight
128 when it's dark outside
I'm in love with Massachusetts
I'm in love with the radio on
It helps me from being alone late at night
Helps me from being lonely late at night
I don't feel so bad now in the car
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
That's right

Said welcome to the spirit of 1956
Patient in the bushes next to '57
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick
Suburban trees, suburban speed
And it smells like heaven, I say
Roadrunner once
Roadrunner twice
I'm in love with rock & roll and I'll be out all night
Roadrunner
That's right

Well now
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive to the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on at night
And me in love with modern moonlight
Me in love with modern rock & roll
Modern girls and modern rock & roll
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
O.K. now you sing Modern Lovers

(Radio On!)
I got the AM
(Radio On!)
Got the car, got the AM
(Radio On!)
Got the AM sound, got the
(Radio On!)
Got the rockin' modern neon sound
(Radio On!)
I got the car from Ma**achusetts, got the
(Radio On!)
I got the power of Ma**achusetts when it's late at night
(Radio On!)
I got the modern sounds of modern Ma**achusetts
I've got the world, got the turnpike, got the
I've got the, got the power of the AM
Got the, late at night, hit 'em wide, rock & roll late at night
The factories and the auto signs got the power of modern sounds
Alright

Right, bye bye!"

 

"Branco"

Oseias

"Hosea: The Strange Tale of a Prophet and His Wife", Elie Wiesel 

Wadi Rum

(Jordan)

Leonard Cohen

"Hallelujah", Silvia Perez Cruz

Sinagoga de Worms

Alte Synagoge, Worms, Germany

Modigliani

"Head of a Woman" (1911)

Gal Gadot

"Wonder Woman - Rise of the Warrior", Trailer

Kurt Weill

 "Speak Low", written and performed by Kurt Weill

Vida

Canadian Lynx

Emma Goldman

(1933)

Bob Dylan

2016 Nobel Lecture in Literature

Pogrom

"After the Pogrom", Maurycy Minkowski (1910)

50 anos

"Six-Day War", Yossi Klein Halevi (L'Chaim)

Havdalah

Spice Container (1881)

Isaac then brought her into the tent of his mother Sarah, and he took Rebekah as his wife.
Isaac loved her, and thus found comfort after his mother's death. 

Genesis 24, 67
(JPS)

Vida

A European honey bee with corbicula full of pollen, returning to the hive

Elie Wiesel

"Meaning"

Leonard Cohen

"Treaty"

"I've seen you change the water into wine
I've seen you change it back to water, too
I sit at your table every night
I try but I just don't get high with you
I wish there was a treaty we could sign
I do not care who takes this bloody hill
I'm angry and I'm tired all the time
I wish there was a treaty, I wish there was a treaty
Between your love and mine

Ah, they're dancing in the street — it's Jubilee
We sold ourselves for love but now we're free
I'm so sorry for that ghost I made you be
Only one of us was real and that was me

I haven't said a word since you been gone
That any liar couldn't say as well
I just can't believe the static coming on
You were my ground, my safe and sound
You were my aerial

Ah, the fields are crying out — it's Jubilee
We sold ourselves for love but now we're free
I'm so sorry for that ghost I made you be
Only one of us was real and that was me

I heard the snake was baffled by his sin
He shed his scales to find the snake within
But born again is born without a skin
The poison enters into everything

And I wish there was a treaty we could sign
I do not care who takes this bloody hill
I'm angry and I'm tired all the time
I wish there was a treaty, I wish there was a treaty
Between your love and mine" 

  

Paula Fredriksen

"Jesus, Paul, and the Origins of Christianity"

Benny Morris

"The Creation of the Palestinian Refugee Problem, 1947-1949" 

Albert Bloch

"Arabesque: Masked Motley" (1955)

On one of his journeys, Shmuel Hanagid passed by his brother’s burial-place. There he paused and addressed him as follows:

Is there a sea between me and you, that I should not turn aside to be with you, that I should not run with a troubled heart to sit at your grave-side? Truly, if I did not do so, I would be a traitor to our brotherly love. O my brother, here I am, facing you, sitting by your grave, and the grief in my heart is as great as on the day you died. If I greeted you, I would hear no reply. You do not come out to meet me when I visit your grounds. You will not laugh in my company, nor I in yours. You cannot see my face, nor I yours, for the pit is your home, the grave your dwelling-place! First-born of my father, son of my mother, may you have peace in your final rest, and may the spirit of God rest upon your spirit and your soul! I am returning to my own soil, for you have been locked under the soil. Sometimes I shall sleep, sometimes wake—while you lie in your sleep forever. But until my last day, the fire of your loss will remain in my heart!

"Lament for His Brother", Shmuel Hanagid

Hebron

(Stephen Shore, 2010)

Vida

Geniza Afegã

"The Treasures of the "Afghan Genizah"