Friday, September 28, 2012

Week in Seven Words #138

Meeting kind people in stairwells.

He holds the last shofar note for an eternity. In that note is every hope, appeal, and wordless scream.

The men behind me in line at the post office act as if they're in purgatory: they lament the delay, dissect the reasons for the delay, wonder aloud how long they must wait until they can hand their letters or parcels over for deliverance.

He's become accustomed to speaking about people as if they're abstractions. He prides himself on talking about heinous crimes with little feeling or outrage and providing "logical" explanations of crime and justice that sound tidy on paper but fall apart when applied to the messy reality of human life. I think he derives superiority from feeling that he's "above it all" when for the most part he's confusing callousness with rationality. But his comments do highlight how any system of justice on Earth will always have shortcomings of one kind or another, though some of course are much worse than others.

The sign that the High Holidays have commenced: a dish of honey on the table, for dipping challah and apple slices.

Casting my sins into a soft swollen gray river.

At first she seems sullen and withdrawn. But just give her the chance to speak, without getting impatient or trying to win her over with fake smiles, and a more interesting picture emerges.


naida said...

I like nectar and unmasked, so many people do showcase those fake smiles.
Enjoy your weekend :)

HKatz said...

Thanks, Naida.

Nan said...

I just this year heard about the sins in the water (in the form of bread, right?). What a wonderful, sensible, symbolic thing to do. I love it.
And oh, those poor impeded men. Ugh!
I just saw your first name on the side bar. Have I just missed it all this time? My husband had a student named Hila, only I think there was an H at the end. Lovely name.

HKatz said...

Thanks, Nan :)

I'm curious - how did you hear about Tashlich? (casting of sins in the water symbolically as bread?)

Nan said...

Someone on NPR mentioned it. Wish I could remember who.

Relyn Lawson said...

Casting my sins into a soft swollen gray river.

This is my favorite. Maybe ever.

I know just how this feels.