reishis cOwni
September 13, 2006
We’re here to talk.
Because there’s interesting, oh that’s cool, I guess I’ll listen; and then there’s interesting, my life depends on this conversation. Where we go right now will change how I relate to the world, what I know and who I am.
Some conversations feel as if they really matter, no? That’s how we can get angry over ideas, excited or warmed by suggestions, comforted by some observations, terrified by some possibilities, offended by some implications. Some ideas matter, because they really will change us.
And the saddest thing in the world is when a conversation is aborted because it’s going too far beyond my comfort zone. The Gemara in Sanhedrin says that whoever holds back words of Torah, even babies in their wombs curse him. And by babies, they say, the mean Nations, infant cultures and unborn countries, curse the ones who hold back truth from being spoken into being.
Part of communication is sensitivity, the willingness to hear the response and engage That– and the freedom to let things go, not respond, but always the responsibility is to understand. To take in.
Named after the portents of finite wealth, of adjusting through wisdom to the lack coming now while we have everything, I’d like this to be a chance to share and air, everything from the local communal to the infinitest possible cosmic, announcements and arguments, decrees, manifestoes and– well, whatever’s important to you to me to us– the three that are one.
Feel welcome to express. Try to mean what you say, or at least care about it if you don’t. Try to keep it interesting, or don’t. This site is to be a temple, and we will burn it down if we need to to get free. R’Nachman says all humor comes from the chefs in the temple, slaughtering the sacred all the time. welcome home.
–yo
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1.
radloh | September 13, 2006 at 12:47 pm
so, i’m like, the first comment here in this revolution!
we’re gonna rock your soul.
freakfuck your pre-conceived notions,
and shoot you
with an ak47 full of love
it might be a love that’s hard to take
but when youu get it, after being slowly opened up to it’s sometimes multi-level, pain induced discomfort;
you will become
a cow
a fat cow
one of the seven fat cows
2.
radloh | September 13, 2006 at 5:49 pm
YO: U R 2 NICE: We closed jahfiltefish. Jafiltefish could not hide the truth which we espouse. We are holier than Jahfiltefish editors who tried to slam the door on us. Our souls, our creativity, and more importantly, they were hiding G-d’s light, which we are in charge of!
Yes! I hereby declare my holier than thou additude. I am right. You are wrong. We can talk about it, but like, if you disagree i’ll f*** like really badly in many different ways.
We are the beginning of the messianic era.
We are the fruits of the blueprint. Like, bobdylan’s songs are the constitution here, throw in a bit of kabbalah, freud, shlomo, ishbitz, che, mao…
Kill all the snags (god forbid: yitamu CHATOIM and all that shit). The snagish deeds, not the snags themselves.
In short
we
are
god
3.
UrbanGuru | September 13, 2006 at 6:05 pm
Fantastic!
4.
rabbitobenamedlater | September 13, 2006 at 7:24 pm
OK. Somebody sent me this link. So what is this? A blog about what? A toiroh? More definition is needed. I used to write on jahfiltefish.com. Will this site be like jahfilte?
5.
biblicalstrengthlives | September 13, 2006 at 9:46 pm
im feeling a little fat am i fat?
6.
yellowcab | September 13, 2006 at 10:36 pm
ye ye ye ye
welcome back old folks
where have u been hiding
israel made u poor
so went 2 babylon
left zion land
war came
money started pouring
took cover
in no other place
but bk
with roasted fish roasting down stairs
and breathing the smell of it
leaning your head on dollars
instead of pillows
welcome welcome
light of water
7.
radloh | September 13, 2006 at 10:37 pm
Bibilicalweakness: The world awaits you, the heavens await u; for 5767 years the angles and dying souls have been waiting for u!
8.
radloh | September 13, 2006 at 10:56 pm
yellowcab: these days there are racoons and squirrels climbing up this great big ivy-covered oak tree.
Israel: well, Isreal is God’s phallus and all that; but these days God has some seious jockitch; its like contageous fungus, and getting worse…
Pillows of dollars… I like that. And I have it…
9.
radloh | September 14, 2006 at 12:07 am
A friend showed me this small piece in Piulas Hatzadik, about sinning and about how, how tests (can somebody think of a better word for Nisayon), are there for the taking i.e. Reb Nachman would search and try to place himself in situations where he would be sexually tempted. Reb nachman then says that he figures, that surely, in his right mind, it would be impossible for him to trespass God’s will. And, even should that occur, it would only prove that “a spirit of folly had entered him”, and he would thusly be innocent or not innocent but playing by like a whole different set of rules: the rules of the Psychiatric ward? Insanity Plea?
All in all, a dense and confusing but ultimately liberating piece. I still don’t get it fully. Anybody?
10.
yellowcab | September 14, 2006 at 2:04 pm
know u have them and like that pillow
Bills r being paid in israel by lovers
as of the zocher habrit lovers they keep asking for more
wanting to lay there heads on those money pillows
claimin u acting like those snagish fat cows
who doesnt share neither pillow nor money nor hydro
fat cow u
chasid neo snag u
11.
hanktherank | September 14, 2006 at 2:39 pm
to all the skinny cows: instead of complaining, oy i have no money, oy i have no weed, oy where is ***** maybe he has some!
why don’t u guys do what i did.
then lets c
if u gave away 40% in three weeks.
ur good at taking.
thats why u will always be
skinny cows
not a fat cow
like me
12.
radloh | September 14, 2006 at 2:44 pm
yellowcab: inappropriate name.
call urself
cantevenaffordthetrain
13.
whoknows1 | September 14, 2006 at 8:48 pm
the question is not am I fat? the uestion is can you roll a fattie?
14.
radloh | September 14, 2006 at 10:56 pm
i thought yellowcab was genuth, it turns out to be be an friend of ours…who shall remain nameless.
but genuth, yellowcab hit it on the head. i have become selfish, haven’t i. and i always claimed that when i’d have cash i’d be different.
different my ass.
15.
rocky raccoon | September 15, 2006 at 8:55 am
this isnt for me, avremel
your blog is for philosophers
who seem to always know why
we shouldnt be happy
im signed in to get l, ucky
i hope to meet a nice jewish girl
angry, but not too angry
so what kind of cows are you?
dating has taught me this:
the fat ones are usually vegetarians
i think carniverous cows are cooler
sevenslimcows. i like that
it sounds so dangerous
cows that eat other cows
and stay slim
but all cows, even the bad ones
eventually have to come home
shabbes is coming
i like pulling into the driveway
minutes before the zman
and secretely showering after shkia
in the basement bathroom
murranno-traditional style
i can hardly wait for this shabbes
i learned so much here already
i want to discuss the concept of zoicher shabbes
with all my relatives at the table
and revel in the mind-expanding question and answer session that will surely ensue
and me, the star
but my grandmother wont go for it
so instead
i will open a bentcher
and sing her favorite melodies
and i will sneak a peak across the table
hoping too see my bubby glow with pride
and then i will know
my shabbes is beautiful indeed
i see the future of your blog
it will sublimate,
of this im sure
this is a shabbes story:
once upon a time
i would get angry
at my parents
at my community
at my castle
tucked inside a magical land
with thick walls and sentries
impassible mountains and moats
how come they couldnt protect me
from my own mind i would cry
and one night
i wouldnt eat my shabbes dinner
i ran away
hurt and frustrated
and i crossed a great sea
and i wandered through many strange lands
and i found strange creatures to play with
they even wanted to make me king
and they wanted to eat me
but i didnt want to be their king
i didnt want to be eaten
and so i crossed the great sea once again
and made my way back home
and dinner was waiting for me
and it was still warm
and although i know
that my heart still roams free
i know i’ll be safe here
no monsters can eat me
and although im not a king
im not a subject, either
and even if the castle cannot keep me
tethered and fettered
i remain a loyal and grateful citizen
sometimes its rough
it can feel lilliputian at times
but when shabbes dinner comes around
i thank god
for my family
and my friends
and the good times
and the good food
and i lived happily ever after
the end.
i like to wake up shabbes morning to good cheesecake
does anyone have a good recipe?
i would really appreciate it
good shabbes! from
rocky raccoon
D’da d’da d’da da da da
D’da d’da d’da da da da
D’da d’da d’da da d’da d’da d’da d’da
Do do do do do do
D’do d’do d’do do do do
D’do d’do d’do do do do
D’do d’do d’do do do d’do d’do d’do d’do
Do do do do do do
16.
rocky raccoon | September 15, 2006 at 9:17 am
>>
hello my friend,
out of the blue into the black
i dont hear from you, then all of a sudden an email appears- but the link wont work,
my my, hey hey
so how are you today?
are you in brooklyn,
itchy over your ethnicity
when the truth is
aliens are controlling us.
see any pretty ufo chicks on the subway lately?
getting abducted is hot.
we all want to be abducted, no?
all the aliens want is to cross-breed with a
different race,
so un-human isnt it?
but theyre dirty bastards
expect dangerously high levels of radiation and
genital warts.
condoms are a local invention.
sorry if this is all too silly for you
but i must distract myself somehow
the snags are all sniffling and sobbing
who put usda meatchunks in my cholent
why’d you shop at mcfinkels, moron?
try rubashkin next time.
but why the whining
god let it happen
i promise you
He wont make a mention of it if you wont
but oh no, oh no
on the contrary
nationwide dispair, why did this happen to us
public fasting, mental flagellation, boil the pots
rav kanievsky intervenes and says it looks pretty bad in heaven
but i guarantee it will all work itself out.
as theologians mutter their best
attempting to explain another divine causation.
but i say
thank god the meat wasnt tainted with salmonella
you never know what you’re getting when you buy on the blackmarket.
next time, try rubashkin.
hey hey, my my
rock and roll will never die
they say king david was as sensitive as a woman
i just figured i would mention that.
are you familiar with peter bergson?
i figured i would mention that too.
i hope all is well.
i am situated in lakewood
thats in new jersey
what a beautiful state.
there’s lots of work to be done here
kids want out
but as they say
you can take the bochur out of lakewood…
they lack education
as if i even know what that is.
albert j nock says that the educated man is someone
who knows he still has vast amounts of learning
ahead of him
here’s an interesting one:
“The higher the degree of strangeness in an event,
the greater its information yield is likely to be.”
- French cyberneticist, Joel de Rosnay
so keep on trucking
and realize that sometimes
being alive is the most heroic and noble thing you can do.
im trying to build an underground railroad of sorts
actually, i call it the supercloud railroad
i know, that’s gay.
i really dont have to call anything anything
but the masses are masses.
they need names for everything
even names for god
and a name for where you go after youre dead
silly billies.
keep in touch
and good luck with your blogs.
hint: blogs dont pay the rent
but writing is good
mendy metsger always says youre a genius at writing
and i trust him.
hey, we are all endowed with something.
you entertain the masses
and you instill hope
i truly believe so
do you realize that yet?
charming little messiah devil that you are!
i think this one applies to you:
“the first man to use abusive language instead of
his fists was the founder of civilization.”
- Sigmund Freud
please let me know if you see any aliens
or the ghost of wilhelm reich holding hands
with the ghost of krishnamurta.
it would be nice to see you,
rocky raccoon
“The primary cause of disorder in ourselves
is the seeking of ‘reality’ promised by another.”
-Krishnamurta
D’da d’da d’da da da da
D’da d’da d’da da da da
D’da d’da d’da da d’da d’da d’da d’da
Do do do do do do
D’do d’do d’do do do do
D’do d’do d’do do do do
D’do d’do d’do do do d’do d’do d’do d’do
Do do do do do do
17.
rocky raccoon | September 17, 2006 at 1:12 am
a few gems to get your week off the ground and into the air:
it would be possible to describe everything scientifically, but it would make no sense; it would be without meaning, as if you described a Beethoven symphony as a variation of wave pressure.” — Albert Einstein
The Jeweled Net of Indra
“Driving down the freeway,
remembering Hindu mythology—Indra’s net,
each intersecting weave holding a jewel reflecting every other facet of every other jewel, infinitely.
Suddenly,
I see the hands that paint the white lines,
that lay the black asphalt,
a man joyous or lost soap-scrubbing his body clean for dinner and beer,
for the wife who fears him, loves him,
hands that hold their tickets for London to see the grandmother,
the hard-drinking pub matron whose body bore children in building rubble when the Nazi bombing relented-
and if not for that war,
would I be driving now,
hands on the wheel, listening to the radio recount the birth of a child named Tsunami after the storm that drove her mother into the hills, would the meager dollars I send to rebuild a village
—minted with the Rosicrucian-eye above the pyramid
dreamed by this country’s founders as the all-seeing vision of a world
where not a sparrow falls that we don’t know about—
would I have known to send it,
if not for the hands that flew the kite with the key
that drew electricity from the skies
that made its way into the flat-screened box that unveils
this jewel-linked world twenty-four hours of every gleaming day,
weaving news with advertisements for clothes
made by hands in China nimbly sewing a dream of Hollywood and Ipod
and offering their bodies one by one for a better future—
while the coal that fumes the electricity
that plunges the needs
drifts in air
that circles a globe
that
warms the icecaps
that melt into sea
that shifts the current
that loves the wind that
swirls from heaven to earth
stirring one storm after another,
blowing its diaphanous passion over New Orleans like a trumpet
sinking the heart so low with blue notes
that flood is a dark cure for what burns—
this illusion that anyone stands alone—
stranded on the roofs of our swollen houses mouthing save me to a world
whose millions of hands can turn up the volume loud enough to finally hear,
r flick with a single click the entire interconnected vision of it all off.”
-Dane Cervine
Holography
“Coal country, West Virginia—
I walk into a diner,
past the $100,000 reward poster in the window
for the sniper
who shot Jeannie at the Speedway.
Our waitress—a poised old dame—
carries herself, effortlessly
and without pride,
as the hidden center of a universe,
and maybe like Jeannie,
she is, for someone.
I open my book,
The Passion of Western Philosophy,
wait for eggs, bacon, biscuits,
read about the Copernican revolution—
the earth no longer the center of things,
a peripheral sphere lost on the edge of an endless black cosmos amid small blazing lights. Maybe this is what Jeannie’s lover felt—
the empty year
reeling out of orbit,
no gravity,
lost in a centerless universe blown wide.
Then, like Nietzsche, killing his own god
in the bleak landscape of a world edged
on the abyss.
But looking into the waitress’ eyes
as she says thanks hon for the extra tip,
I feel this universe circling back inside me—
Jeannie, her stalking lover, the beating
of a billion galaxies sounding here,
the thump-thump inside this chest,
the aching muscle at the heart of it all.”
shavu’a tov! from
rocky raccoon
D’da d’da d’da da da da
D’da d’da d’da da da da
D’da d’da d’da da d’da d’da d’da d’da
Do do do do do do
D’do d’do d’do do do do
D’do d’do d’do do do do
D’do d’do d’do do do d’do d’do d’do d’do
Do do do do do do
18.
kuleh | September 19, 2006 at 4:33 am
hey rocky raccoon how many times a day do you sayc d’da and d’do?