Jewish feminist art by women active in the traditional religious world is still a marginal phenomenon in the general art world and in the Israeli art field in particular. This article, together with the first major exhibit in a museum to exhibit such work, “Matronita: Jewish Feminist Art” (The Museum of Art Ein Harod) invites a reflection on the complexities of the feminist Jewish religious experience. David Sperber, one of the curators of the exhibition (with Dvora Liss), here reviews the artistic horizons of this fascinating dialogue.
There may not be a causal relationship between Jewishness and an avant-garde sensibility, but Jewish communities have given rise to some terrific avant-garde work. Or maybe Jews just tend to be comfortable outside the mainstream, which is often where the most interesting creative work flourishes and finds its home.
Harmony is like drash. Singing a song simply is like pshat; harmonies give you the chance to interpret text. If you hear a lyric, especially sung in counterpoint, the words coming at a different time, you’ll get a different experience of what the words might mean, what’s important. Major or minor, syncopated or lullaby: those communicate so much. It’s important to understand the text, to try to find how my song matches my understanding of the text.
Birthright Israel is training right-wing activists, not informed and engaged American Jews. After seeing Israel on my own, it became clear that Birthright was not just guilty of failing to provide differing perspectives on Israel’s current situation, but was bending over backwards in order to ensure that we never saw a balanced picture of Israel.
I told the Federation rep, “You’d have to transfer power and resources from a top-down agenda to a listening agenda. You’d have to grant a voice to people who aren’t major donors yet. You’d have to message differently, write differently, even think differently about what your relationship with your constituents is supposed to look like.”
They laughed a bit and said, “That’s not going to happen.”
Stacie Chaiken writes, “I cannot simplify my relationship with Israel any more than I can simplify my relationship with my mother.” Read an excerpt from her solo play “The Dig” here, and see it in person at the Zeek L.A. Launch Event on Thursday, May 12.
Holocaust literature must now exceed hundreds of thousands of volumes, the rise of Hitler to power in Germany itself thousands more tomes, but comic art has been sparse. David Lester’s new volume is a remarkable contribution to the genre.
A longtime Jewish New Yorker expands her horizons. Excerpted from Zeek’s new Spring/Summer 2011 print issue, focused on Los Angeles. Join us May 12 for the launch party in LA!
A wordless niggun I know asks why a soul enters the world, and then answers “to know God.” Surely that is the answer these poems provide.
We are witnessing a new era of Jewish writing in the United States, and as its readers we are particularly pleased to be in a position to watch it develop.
Hebrew literature did not begin in Palestine. It began in Europe, as part of a distinctly modernist approach to 20th century European Jewish life.
Liturgy and family, awe and anger, these mixed ingredients produce a book best savoured in small bites.
The setting: Rosh Chodesh in the woods. Two long-time lovers, newly separated. A fire. And then, three men appear: “‘You shittin us. You witches! Look, there’s candles.’ He notices the tambourine, lying in the dirt.”
In Israel, the conflation of the personal and the political is unavoidable, where the simple fact of what neighborhood, city, or part of the country you live in has implications far beyond yourself.
The Merchant of Venice provides us with a psychological portrait not of the Jews, but of antisemites, whose hatred relieves them from guilt while simultaneously helping them achieve a selfish goal.
Kafka asks, What have I in common with Jews? I have hardly anything in common with myself!” This thought guides the essays collected in Radical Poetics, a new anthology by Stephen Paul Miller and Daniel Morris.
Bill Morgan’s new edition of Kaddish finally gives us a full picture of Ginsberg’s mother, to whom the poem is dedicated.
Bad spelling, weird mashups, yutz yiddish–can you beat klezmer musicians at their own game?
Can an Ashkenazi edit a Sephardi anthology? Are there Jewish public intellectual role models today? What should be the role of identity politics?
Though murdered at Auschwitz, Felix Nussbaum painted his life, not his death. Rediscover this 20th century artist in Paris, or in Lipton’s words here.
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