neiwmotterss 585% Miedern Kinot - Opening our hearts through chanting and poetry | 9 Av 5777 Chants. Aleleh ani vochiya, ani vochiya . niptaopy nb oy eini, eini yordah mayim oe Kirachak mimeni menachem, meshiv nafshi weet Because of all these things I'm crying; my eye, my eye is dripping with water, because the comforter who can restore my soul is far from me. (Eicha, 1:16, Carlebach) Al Naharot Naharot Bavel pani any ! w93 393 0 Dav? OY Sham yashavnu gam bachinu bachinu a, b’zachreinu b'zachreinu b’zachreinu et 7 Tzion. By the waters, the waters of Babylon é We lay down and wept, and wept, for thee Zion We remember thee, remember thee, remember thee Zion (Psalm 137, Don McLean) sees eeeimL oe EEL bobs HH RERH EE Ener Seer ee tee mnEe ss oO Shifchi kamayim libech, nochach p’nei moa ngb TH? By? -2v Hashern. Pour out your heart like water before the face of Hashem (Eicha, 2:19, Carlebach) Eli, eli 228 Shelo' yigamer I'olam Oe Hachol vhayam orendy on? Rishrush shel hamayim omen pa Brag hashamayim ony) m3 Tilat ha'adam My God, may it never end the sea and the sand, the plash of the water, the briliance of the sky the proyer of man. (Hanna Szenes, David Zehavi) @.6 Imad te eee ceae a ceeecoe ates ceer aEEeESpoe Access more Pardes learning at elmad.pardes.org et PAROS@ Pardesionia Rabbi Ruth Gan Kagan ststieehss8 Modern Kinot - Opening our hearts through chanting and poetry | 9AV S777 Kumi roni, roni valayla Finda Roni valayla, lerosh ashmurot sippy wa? 2722 7 Ah haha ai yai yi Ja) 02,089 Shifchi kamayim, kamayim libech mag nd Nochach p'nei HaShemn Arise, cry/sing out in the night, at the beginning of the watches; Pour out your heart like water before the face of Hashem (Eicha, 2:19, Breslov) Im eshkachech Yerushalayim, 29D THON ON Tishkach tishkach tishkach yemini per nega naga nova Tid'bak leshon’ lechiki, SDIDIN ND ON Im-lo ezkereichi: DWI my NUN ND ON Im-lo a'aleh et Yerushalayim nny WN Fy al rosh simchati If forget you Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget her cunning. Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, If | remember you not; If Iset not Jerusalem above my highest joy (Psalm 137: 5-6, Carlebach) Nachamu nachamu ami, yomar Eloheichem. barry WOW By wD WN Dabru al-lev Yerushalem, v'kir'u eleha PAN AE) DDB 79y NAT Comfort ye, comfort ye My people, says your God. Speak to the heart of Jerusalem, and call on to her (Eicha, Isaiah 40:1-3, Carlebach) hashivenu Havayah elecha venashuva AQ Pos MIN BPW chadesh chadesh chadesh yameinu kekedem POTRP PR? OID Turn us unto you Havayah, ‘and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old. ( Eicha, 5:21) ruthgan@gmail.com (EX Eimad ‘Think about the environnent. Share & recycle souscesheets. THIN Access more Pardes learning at elmad.pardes.orgy ie Elmad THIN ® fateume Rabbi Ruth Gan Kagan. Modern Kinot Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that's an order! Give me crack and anal sex Take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the hole in your culture Give me back the Berlin wall give me Stalin and St Paul I've seen the future, brother: it is murder. Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won't be nothing Nothing you can measure anymore The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it has overturned the order of the soul When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did I'm the little Jew who wrote the Bible T | 1've seen the nations rise and fall | I've heard thelr stories, heard them all but love's the only engine of survival Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: it's over, it ain't going any further ‘And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: itis murder There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code Your private tife will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road ‘and the white man dancing You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin’ to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin’ Give me back the Berlin wall Give me Stalin and St Paul Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima Destroy another fetus now We don't like children anyhow I've seen the future, baby: it is murder (Leonard Cohen) ‘Modern Kinot - Opening our hearts through chanting and poetry | 9 Av 577 Think azout the enviroment. Share # racycle souccesheets: Access more Pardes learning at elmad.pardes.org# Pardesionga Rabbi Ruth Gan Kagan. ‘umsriein=#™ Modern Kinot - Opening our hearts through chanting and poetry | 9 AV 5777 The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; | thought of the smaller lives that were caught. Beauty is not always lovely; the fire was beautiful, the terror Of the deer was beautiful; and when | returned Down the back slopes after the fire had gone by, an eagle Was perched on the jag of a burnt pine, Insolent and gorged, cloaked in the folded storms of his shoulders He had come from far off for the good hunting With fire for his beater to drive the game; the sky was merciless Blue, and the hills merciless black, The sombre-feathered great bird sleepily merciless between them \ thought, painfully, but the whole mind, The destruction that brings an eagle from heaven is better than men. {Robinson Jeffers) 3. Maybe if we planted plastic flowers Just place the burning light We won't have to watch them wilt So we can remember what happened | and die. ‘And watch the flame ‘They would live forever Wither Yet they were never really alive And die. It would stand out Like an old scar, (eyelet Kagan) Fake colors, that don't attract bees Will attract your attention Because the thin layer Between the real and the lie Is peeling away | at your pale fingertips. Shere & recycle sourceshests Gg Elrmad mun ae cris BORIS acdttd Soto Talked taining aC Gland’ pandee. orgBee eae seme ieear 8 BAodern Kinot - Opening our hearts through chanting and poetry | 9 Av 5777, 4 ‘The mishna says senseless hatred knocked the Temple down not the Romans with their siege engines ~ or not only them, but our ancestors to0 who slipped into petty backbiting, ignored Shabbat forgot how to offer their hearts we're no better we who secretly know we're right holier-than-they we who roll our eyes and patronize, who check email even on the holiest of days who forget that a prayer is more than a tune more than words on a page across the Middle East parents weep and we're too busy arguing borders fo comfort them in our nursing homes parents weep shuddering and alone and werre too busy -- even now what sanctuaries ‘what human hearts are damaged and bumed while we snipe at each other or insist were not responsible or look away? ‘Rachael Barenblat, After the Fal) sourcesheets @ bined wae se ners roe,sernciame tse Modern Kinot - Opening our hearts through chanting and poetry | 9 Av 5777 Ancient Mother whom we call 00 many lovers on one side Y'RUSHA/ SHALEM/ SHALOM guilty they all cry harlot whore inheritance/ wholeness/ peace your worm-infested belly lies accused your flesh rent inside out for your pain say lewdness by rape your womb’s grotesque stripped your jasmine waistband miscarriage of the young in war ofits boughs yourbreast. | keeps you still. the vietim is seared from suckling {carci Rose) your prophets blame you Jam asleep, but my heart is awake. {tis the voice of my beloved who knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; For my head is filled with dew, ‘And my locks with the drops of the night.” Thave taken off my robe. Indeed, must | put it on? Ihave washed my feet. Indeed, must | soil them? My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. ‘My heart pounded for him. | rose up to open for my beloved, My hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock. ‘opened to my beloved; But my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. Hooked for him, but | didn’t find him. | called him, but he didn't answer. ‘The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. ‘The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me. Jadjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, Ifyou find my beloved, é Tell him that | am ill with Tove. (Song of Songs 5, 2-8) isha B'Av 5777 Day of Leerning tn sponsored in loving memory of Ben Blutstein by his iy; and in loving memory of Terri 8. Mentor by E. Scott and Jackie Menter Tt fi @) Eilmad Think ebout the envirennent. share £ recycle sourcesheets, TIDTR Recess more Pardes learning at clnad.perdes.org