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Yom Kippur this year was celebrated on Oct. 12th 2016. Leonard Cohen passed away on November 7, 2016. ~~~ faint knocking at the door to the Tower of Song the ministering angels, hearing a rhythmic, lyrical rapping, sigh, thinking the atonement day, the holiday/holy days, are supposedly over, the human balancing act, the rush to judgement period, all tallies totaled, the busy sale season for souls, at last completed, each fate inscribed & sealed, in the book of life^ but, always one, the itinerant straggler, the last reluctant sinner, a judgment resister, flaunting an expired coupon, trumpeting demands for a recount, waving it, claiming it, the bearer, entitled to a mercy discount and an extra 30 days "who shall we say is calling?" the Angels are stunned to hear, a familiar raspy, growling, almost indescribable, yet, stammeringly, beautiful voice enchanting, equally asking and answering,  how both, with a strident humility, "a man in search of answers" this voice, instantaneous recognizable, the asking superfluous, all beating wings now, all in vast excitement, this psalmist, long awaited, one of His best, a chosen one, a courtly singer in the Temple of his people, blessed with the curse of seeing and believing, the comprehension of beauty of the human superior interior, never being quiet or quite satisfied, in capturing, its multifarious variations, in every language spoken this is the man who took ten years to compose just one song, one poem, one word, Hallelujah, whose faith was strong, but still needed proofs, whose every breath of oxygen inhalation, brought more questions, every exhalation, only releasing partial answers, and yet, still, yes, yes! finding hidden verses inside a simple, everlasting hallelujah the hubbub subsides, the man sings~speaks: how came I here, was I one, who by fire? that fire afeared,  that my finality was spirit consumer? one voice, answers, in one voice, the swaying back-up singers answer, not by fire, not by water, not by stoning or even drowning in tea that came from all the way from China when sing we Angels, the Judgement Day poem, we alone, on high and above, we, keepers of the books and records of everyone, are permitted this to query: Who by Sufficiency? you, the sidekick of the creator, special commissioned by him, anointed to live a life of research, record in word and song the mysteries of musical gene strings, that intertwine the skin cells of man and woman, man and his fellow us-human, your soul commandeered, ordered, delve deeper, into the consolable chasm tween divine and mortals, all those who are poorly constructed in his image he, who has earned his place, his best rest, his works adjudged sufficient, he, who best answered this judging, this calling out, calling in incantation, Who by Sufficiency? now forward on, write only of answers, wade in the troubled waters no more, no more passports, or borders to cross, no more measuring the days, the last road trip finale finished & feted, fate meted no more changing thy name, changeling priest,^^ sing songs of solution, salvation, for the questioning hours of confusion, the urgency of revolution, no longer need a hallelujah resolution                                                     | | | Who By Fire                             Who By Fire, Who By Water:^ (lyrics by Leonard Cohen)     (A Yom Kippur Hebrew Prayer) who by fire                             How many shall die and       who by water,                                how many shall born, Who in the sunshine,                 Who shall live       who in the night time,                   who shall die,                       Who by high                                Who at the measure of days, who by common trial,                    and who before, Who in your merry                                                                                       Who by fire month of May,                                 and who by water Who by very                                 Who by sword, slow decay,                                       and who by wild beasts, And who shall I                      Who by hunger, say is calling?                              and who by thirst, And who in her,                           Who by earthquake lonely slip,                                         and who by plague who by barbiturate,                      Who by strangling, Who in these                                    and who by stoning realms of love,                               Who shall have rest, who by,                                             and who shall go wandering, something blunt,                            Who will be tranquil, And who by avalanche,                  and who shall be harassed, who by powder,                            Who shall be at ease, Who for his greed,                           and who shall be afflicted, who for his hunger,                      Who shall become rich, And who shall I,                             and who shall become poor, say is calling?                                Who will be raised high,                                                               and who will be brought low And who by brave assent,                   who by accident, Who in solitude, who in this mirror, Who by, his lady's command, who by his own hand, Who in mortal chains, who in power, And who shall I, say is calling? ^From the liturgy of Rosh Hasanah, the Jewish New Year and Yom Kippur, the  Day of Atonement, there is this truly stunning prayer (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unetanneh_Tokef) in the Jewish liturgy. The Book of Life contents the fate of every sinner. From the first day of the new year, until ten days later, on Yom Kippur, depending on whether the sinner repents or not, his fate is sealed.
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
nat-lipstadt
For Leonard Cohen: Who By Fire? (Day of Atonement 2016)
Yom Kippur this year was celebrated on Oct. 12th 2016. Leonard Cohen passed away on November 7, 2016. ~~~ faint knocking at the door to the Tower of Song the ministering angels, hearing a rhythmic, lyrical rapping, sigh, thinking the atonement day, the holiday/holy days, are supposedly over, the human balancing act, the rush to judgement period, all tallies totaled, the busy sale season for souls, at last completed, each fate inscribed & sealed, in the book of life^ but, always one, the itinerant straggler, the last reluctant sinner, a judgment resister, flaunting an expired coupon, trumpeting demands for a recount, waving it, claiming it, the bearer, entitled to a mercy discount and an extra 30 days "who shall we say is calling?" the Angels are stunned to hear, a familiar raspy, growling, almost indescribable, yet, stammeringly, beautiful voice enchanting, equally asking and answering,  how both, with a strident humility, "a man in search of answers" this voice, instantaneous recognizable, the asking superfluous, all beating wings now, all in vast excitement, this psalmist, long awaited, one of His best, a chosen one, a courtly singer in the Temple of his people, blessed with the curse of seeing and believing, the comprehension of beauty of the human superior interior, never being quiet or quite satisfied, in capturing, its multifarious variations, in every language spoken this is the man who took ten years to compose just one song, one poem, one word, Hallelujah, whose faith was strong, but still needed proofs, whose every breath of oxygen inhalation, brought more questions, every exhalation, only releasing partial answers, and yet, still, yes, yes! finding hidden verses inside a simple, everlasting hallelujah the hubbub subsides, the man sings~speaks: how came I here, was I one, who by fire? that fire afeared,  that my finality was spirit consumer? one voice, answers, in one voice, the swaying back-up singers answer, not by fire, not by water, not by stoning or even drowning in tea that came from all the way from China when sing we Angels, the Judgement Day poem, we alone, on high and above, we, keepers of the books and records of everyone, are permitted this to query: Who by Sufficiency? you, the sidekick of the creator, special commissioned by him, anointed to live a life of research, record in word and song the mysteries of musical gene strings, that intertwine the skin cells of man and woman, man and his fellow us-human, your soul commandeered, ordered, delve deeper, into the consolable chasm tween divine and mortals, all those who are poorly constructed in his image he, who has earned his place, his best rest, his works adjudged sufficient, he, who best answered this judging, this calling out, calling in incantation, Who by Sufficiency? now forward on, write only of answers, wade in the troubled waters no more, no more passports, or borders to cross, no more measuring the days, the last road trip finale finished & feted, fate meted no more changing thy name, changeling priest,^^ sing songs of solution, salvation, for the questioning hours of confusion, the urgency of revolution, no longer need a hallelujah resolution                                                     | | | Who By Fire                             Who By Fire, Who By Water:^ (lyrics by Leonard Cohen)     (A Yom Kippur Hebrew Prayer) who by fire                             How many shall die and       who by water,                                how many shall born, Who in the sunshine,                 Who shall live       who in the night time,                   who shall die,                       Who by high                                Who at the measure of days, who by common trial,                    and who before, Who in your merry                                                                                       Who by fire month of May,                                 and who by water Who by very                                 Who by sword, slow decay,                                       and who by wild beasts, And who shall I                      Who by hunger, say is calling?                              and who by thirst, And who in her,                           Who by earthquake lonely slip,                                         and who by plague who by barbiturate,                      Who by strangling, Who in these                                    and who by stoning realms of love,                               Who shall have rest, who by,                                             and who shall go wandering, something blunt,                            Who will be tranquil, And who by avalanche,                  and who shall be harassed, who by powder,                            Who shall be at ease, Who for his greed,                           and who shall be afflicted, who for his hunger,                      Who shall become rich, And who shall I,                             and who shall become poor, say is calling?                                Who will be raised high,                                                               and who will be brought low And who by brave assent,                   who by accident, Who in solitude, who in this mirror, Who by, his lady's command, who by his own hand, Who in mortal chains, who in power, And who shall I, say is calling? ^From the liturgy of Rosh Hasanah, the Jewish New Year and Yom Kippur, the  Day of Atonement, there is this truly stunning prayer (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unetanneh_Tokef) in the Jewish liturgy. The Book of Life contents the fate of every sinner. From the first day of the new year, until ten days later, on Yom Kippur, depending on whether the sinner repents or not, his fate is sealed.
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In the year 2016, Yom Kippur was celebrated on Oct. 12th. Leonard Cohen passed away on November 7th. ~~~ faint knocking heard at the heavenly door of the Tower of Song the ministering angels, hearing a rhythmic, lyrical rapping, sigh, thinking the atonement day, the holiday/holy days, are supposedly over, the human balancing act, the rush to judgement period, all tallies totaled, the busy sale season for souls, at last completed, each fate inscribed & sealed, in the book of life^ but, always one, the itinerant straggler, the last reluctant sinner, a judgment resister, flaunting an almost expired coupon, trumpeting demands for a recount, waving it, claiming it, the bearer, entitled to a mercy discount and an extra 30 days "who shall we say is calling?" the Angels are stunned to hear the responsa, a familiar raspy, growling, almost indescribable, yet, stammeringly beautiful voice enchanting, equally asking and answering, (how both?) with a strident humility, "a man in search of answers" this voice, instantaneous recognizable, the asking superfluous, all beating wings now, all in vast excitement, this psalmist, long awaited, one of His best, a chosen one, a courtly singer in the Temple of his people, blessed with the curse of seeing and believing, the comprehension of beauty of the human superior interior, never being quiet or quite satisfied, in capturing, its multifarious variations, in every language spoken this is the man who took ten years to compose just one song, one poem, one word, Hallelujah, whose faith was strong, but still needed proofs, whose every breath of oxygen inhalation, brought more questions, every exhalation, only releasing partial answers, and yet, still, yes, yes! finding hidden verses inside a simple, everlasting hallelujah the hubbub subsides, the man sings~speaks: how came I here, was I one, who by fire? that fire afeared, that my finality was spirit consumed? in one voice, answers the angelic choir, in one voice, the swaying back-up singers answer, not by fire, not by water, not by stoning or even drowning, in tea that came from all the way from China when sing we Angels, the Judgement Day poem, we alone, on high and above, we, keepers of the books and records of everyone, are permitted this special query: Who by Sufficiency? you, the sidekick of the creator, special commissioned by him, anointed to live a life of research, record in word and song the mysteries of musical gene strings, that intertwine the skin cells of man and woman, man and his fellow us-human, your soul commandeered, ordered, to delve deeper, into the consolable chasm tween divine and mortals, all those who are so poorly but perfectly constructed in his image you, who has earned his place, his best rest, his works adjudged sufficient, you, who best answered this judging, this calling out, this calling in incantation Who by Sufficiency? now forward on, write only of answers, wade in the troubled waters no more, no more passports, or borders to cross, no more measuring the days, the last road trip finale finished & feted, fate meted no more changing thy name, changeling priest,^^ sing songs of solution, salvation, for the questioning hours of confusion, the urgency of revolution, no longer need a hallelujah resolution, you have been judged sufficient... it is his will                                                     | | | Who By Fire                             Who By Fire, Who By Water:^ (lyrics by Leonard Cohen)     (A Yom Kippur Hebrew Prayer) who by fire                             How many shall die and       who by water,                                how many shall born, Who in the sunshine,                 Who shall live       who in the night time,                   who shall die,                       Who by high                                Who at the measure of days, who by common trial,                    and who before, Who in your merry                                                                                       Who by fire month of May,                                 and who by water Who by very                                 Who by sword, slow decay,                                       and who by wild beasts, And who shall I                      Who by hunger, say is calling?                              and who by thirst, And who in her,                           Who by earthquake lonely slip,                                         and who by plague who by barbiturate,                      Who by strangling, Who in these                                    and who by stoning realms of love,                               Who shall have rest, who by,                                             and who shall go wandering, something blunt,                            Who will be tranquil, And who by avalanche,                  and who shall be harassed, who by powder,                            Who shall be at ease, Who for his greed,                           and who shall be afflicted, who for his hunger,                      Who shall become rich, And who shall I,                             and who shall become poor, say is calling?                                Who will be raised high,                                                               and who will be brought low And who by brave assent,                   who by accident, Who in solitude, who in this mirror, Who by, his lady's command, who by his own hand, Who in mortal chains, who in power, And who shall I, say is calling? ^From the liturgy of Rosh Hasanah, the Jewish New Year and Yom Kippur, the  Day of Atonement, there is this truly stunning prayer (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unetanneh_Tokef) in the Jewish liturgy. The Book of Life contents the fate of every sinner. From the first day of the new year, until ten days later, on Yom Kippur, depending on whether the sinner repents or not, his fate is sealed.
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
Who By Fire? (After Leonard Cohen)
In the year 2016, Yom Kippur was celebrated on Oct. 12th. Leonard Cohen passed away on November 7th. ~~~ faint knocking heard at the heavenly door of the Tower of Song the ministering angels, hearing a rhythmic, lyrical rapping, sigh, thinking the atonement day, the holiday/holy days, are supposedly over, the human balancing act, the rush to judgement period, all tallies totaled, the busy sale season for souls, at last completed, each fate inscribed & sealed, in the book of life^ but, always one, the itinerant straggler, the last reluctant sinner, a judgment resister, flaunting an almost expired coupon, trumpeting demands for a recount, waving it, claiming it, the bearer, entitled to a mercy discount and an extra 30 days "who shall we say is calling?" the Angels are stunned to hear the responsa, a familiar raspy, growling, almost indescribable, yet, stammeringly beautiful voice enchanting, equally asking and answering, (how both?) with a strident humility, "a man in search of answers" this voice, instantaneous recognizable, the asking superfluous, all beating wings now, all in vast excitement, this psalmist, long awaited, one of His best, a chosen one, a courtly singer in the Temple of his people, blessed with the curse of seeing and believing, the comprehension of beauty of the human superior interior, never being quiet or quite satisfied, in capturing, its multifarious variations, in every language spoken this is the man who took ten years to compose just one song, one poem, one word, Hallelujah, whose faith was strong, but still needed proofs, whose every breath of oxygen inhalation, brought more questions, every exhalation, only releasing partial answers, and yet, still, yes, yes! finding hidden verses inside a simple, everlasting hallelujah the hubbub subsides, the man sings~speaks: how came I here, was I one, who by fire? that fire afeared, that my finality was spirit consumed? in one voice, answers the angelic choir, in one voice, the swaying back-up singers answer, not by fire, not by water, not by stoning or even drowning, in tea that came from all the way from China when sing we Angels, the Judgement Day poem, we alone, on high and above, we, keepers of the books and records of everyone, are permitted this special query: Who by Sufficiency? you, the sidekick of the creator, special commissioned by him, anointed to live a life of research, record in word and song the mysteries of musical gene strings, that intertwine the skin cells of man and woman, man and his fellow us-human, your soul commandeered, ordered, to delve deeper, into the consolable chasm tween divine and mortals, all those who are so poorly but perfectly constructed in his image you, who has earned his place, his best rest, his works adjudged sufficient, you, who best answered this judging, this calling out, this calling in incantation Who by Sufficiency? now forward on, write only of answers, wade in the troubled waters no more, no more passports, or borders to cross, no more measuring the days, the last road trip finale finished & feted, fate meted no more changing thy name, changeling priest,^^ sing songs of solution, salvation, for the questioning hours of confusion, the urgency of revolution, no longer need a hallelujah resolution, you have been judged sufficient... it is his will                                                     | | | Who By Fire                             Who By Fire, Who By Water:^ (lyrics by Leonard Cohen)     (A Yom Kippur Hebrew Prayer) who by fire                             How many shall die and       who by water,                                how many shall born, Who in the sunshine,                 Who shall live       who in the night time,                   who shall die,                       Who by high                                Who at the measure of days, who by common trial,                    and who before, Who in your merry                                                                                       Who by fire month of May,                                 and who by water Who by very                                 Who by sword, slow decay,                                       and who by wild beasts, And who shall I                      Who by hunger, say is calling?                              and who by thirst, And who in her,                           Who by earthquake lonely slip,                                         and who by plague who by barbiturate,                      Who by strangling, Who in these                                    and who by stoning realms of love,                               Who shall have rest, who by,                                             and who shall go wandering, something blunt,                            Who will be tranquil, And who by avalanche,                  and who shall be harassed, who by powder,                            Who shall be at ease, Who for his greed,                           and who shall be afflicted, who for his hunger,                      Who shall become rich, And who shall I,                             and who shall become poor, say is calling?                                Who will be raised high,                                                               and who will be brought low And who by brave assent,                   who by accident, Who in solitude, who in this mirror, Who by, his lady's command, who by his own hand, Who in mortal chains, who in power, And who shall I, say is calling? ^From the liturgy of Rosh Hasanah, the Jewish New Year and Yom Kippur, the  Day of Atonement, there is this truly stunning prayer (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unetanneh_Tokef) in the Jewish liturgy. The Book of Life contents the fate of every sinner. From the first day of the new year, until ten days later, on Yom Kippur, depending on whether the sinner repents or not, his fate is sealed.
Continue reading...
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