GUT-FEELING

My writing has the tedious tendency to come, or perform, in set of threes. I'm trying to confront the ineffable, or that which cannot be expressed in words. So today, a musical fragment to go with the wailings of The Lover's Discourse and Physical Pain. Texts that hit us in the gut or just below are always a good example of radical astonishment. But there's nothing as good as a sublime voice. It makes us want to escape our own ambivalences. In writing for ourselves and strangers, sometimes we just want to feel, or participate in anticipating how others might experience the ineffable, rather than rob them of their possessions. So here's my favorite hazzan, cantor, Yaakov Y. Stark, for you, on this Shabbat day.