Monday, February 27, 2006

Tzfat

Hills and valleys roll in and out of each other like paint on canvass; paint on canvass seems to be everyone’s profession. The view is very misty to the naked eye; the vision, very mystical to the naked soul. Organic food stores proclaiming the perfection of body neighbor organic Kabbala schools proclaiming the perfection of soul. Streets, more cobble than stone, go in no obvious direction – as do some of its inhabitants. The structures seem to crumble as you look at them (this place was never one for structure) and the energy just bounces off the rubble (rubble always got along well with energy). It is a place more prone to Spirit than Matter – for some the right Spirit is what matters and for other the Matter is the right spirit. Doors painted blue appear to blend in with the rapidly approaching skies; rapidly approaching skies never seem to reach their destined destination. The mood is very airy; the blinding clarity, eerier yet. It is built on many graves, but it is more alive than glowing flesh. Yes, here even the cemetery dances in life’s delight: I guess when one is confined neither to the spirits of spirituality nor to the physics of physicality one dances on as if generations hadn’t passed. People are trying to carve out their unique niche: some succeed, while others just bore holes. It is glaringly funny, really, how earth plays heaven’s mirror: there is much spirit floating in the air here and, as a reflection, there is much craziness going on: this woman tries to out-costume the other woman; this guy’s prayer shawl attempts to out-color the other guy’s prayer shawl – until all this focus on things earthly distorts the view of things heavenly. If you are not a painter, you are a musician. If you are not a musician, you are a rabbi. If you are not a rabbi, you are a student. If you are not a student, you are a tourist. That’s it.

It is a place of Self-Expression – the question is: what is your agenda, the Self or the Expression.

9 Comments:

Blogger The Bearded One said...

canvass: question (someone) in order to ascertain an opinion

canvas: a strong, coarse unbleached cloth made from hemp, flax, cotton, or a similar yarn... and as a surface for oil painting...

sorry i just couldnt hold back. i dont want to say you are wrong. you always pull out this "second meaning" answer to your spelling or grammar mistakes. there may well be one. just i cant as of now make it out. please enlighten.

2/27/2006 2:14 PM  
Blogger Saad said...

See Endless Light and Cobblestone for some fire from Tzfas. Approach in peace lest you get burnt.

2/27/2006 6:31 PM  
Anonymous trm said...

Not bad.

However, I think we know someone who is none of the above (at least not in practice), and would hate to be called a tourist.

2/28/2006 12:42 PM  
Blogger the sabra said...

very descriptive and i liked that alot. (as if ya need my approval)
before i came home to israel, i thought that all of israel was like tsfat.
not quite, eh?

3/01/2006 5:31 AM  
Blogger Ilana said...

I'm assuming you are aware that Tzfat=Ruach, Tiveria=water, etc. Which would make Tzfat the true original Windy City.

3/01/2006 6:19 PM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

almostholy: yes. but (and in cohorts with "wind") the discriptive translation of Ruach is, Spirit - which would make tzfat the original (and only, i think) Spirit City. (sounds like a comic book: "and the streets of Spirit City were ruled by The Kabbalists, a group of ancient mystics cloaked in secrecy and fringed shawls..." May be on to something here.)

3/02/2006 1:41 PM  
Anonymous Slapstick said...

Shlaime--- havent' heard from you in a while.
How can I get in touch?
-an old friend

3/05/2006 3:51 PM  
Anonymous red headed rascal said...

wonderfully written
and i could'nt describe it better myself altho, as we spoke about it there, every time u go it seems like theres more rubble and who is this dude cheking the spelling of canvas

3/11/2006 6:56 PM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

thats berky, the man who keeps me honest.

3/12/2006 4:19 PM  

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