A little bit a duchamp

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Abra Josh Heschel

"The higher goal of spiritual living is not to amass a wealth of information, but to face sacred moments. In a religious experience, for example, it is not a thing that imposes itself on man but a spiritual presence. What is retained in the soul is the moment of insight rather than the place where the act came to pass. A moment of insight is a fortune, transporting us beyond the confines of measured time. Spritual life begins to decay when we fail to sense the grandeur of what is eternal in time."

_The Sabbath_

Lars Gustafson:

A rabbi once told me that when God spoke to Moses in that bush, it wasn't in a thundering voice; it was in a very weak voice. You have to listen carefully for that voice. You have to be very sharp.

Diss Haiku

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get some
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dude

Why Do I Keep Writing Poems, Anyway?

I was at a party the other day
full of really nice Jewish people.
I thought it was going to be a
Christmas party. But when I
got there with my ten dollar
bottle of wine I couldn't help
but notice the menorah and the
kid in the corner playing with
the dradle. This guy brought

a guitar, though, and ruined
everything by making us listen
to a few of his songs. He seemed
like a nice guy. But it's never
a good sign when someone prefaces
his stuff by asking, "Does anyone
want to hear a song about Jesus?"

I made a crack about Jesus and songwriting
that made Ginger fly across the room.

Kind of a sin now that I
think about it--
that I had a chair while Ginger had
nothing but the floor.

What was Jim doing sitting there in the E-Z chair, anyway?
That's how you can tell
a couple has left their
honeymoon period:
the guy has no qualms taking the chair.

Jesus never had to deal with these kinds of nuances.
All he had to do was die on a cross.
Not sit at the foot of it
listening to all that mess and groaning.

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HUNTER

CHLOE

AMY

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my dad just said
"it's going to
take us a while
to get ready

because mom looks like
phyllis diller"

H. Contemplates the Old Masters

Picasso: Belly laugh from a boy with no belly.

Kandinski: "That's a pretty nice pirate ship, but I don't see any pirates."

Michelangelo's "Last Judgment": "Look! Look!"

And then we came to Dali, the melting clocks in the desert, a strange sky blooming:

Him: "What's wrong with the clocks?"

Me: "They are melting."

Him: wordless, unsmiling,

Me: "Which means time is melting, too."

Him: Seems to be bracing himself as a small weight climbs up on his shoulders. It is

a piece of me, I wouldn't know
what to call it--the beginning of
a long commerce? failure?--I am not
an Old Master.

Him: White legs disappearing into the green
room.