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Here are a couple of poems that deals with elements of religion by one of my favorite poets (Andy Graff):


Posted by: “Rabbi78375.” April 5, 2:20 AM.

Today I bring a joke first:
A man builds a box of lead in which to grow his daisies, fitted with rain dials and sun dials, fully equipped to circumvent the world. His garden, inside his lead box, is a perfect garden. But when he opens his box to gaze upon his daisies the man exclaims, Crabgrass! I never dialed the box to crabgrass! I remember this as a good joke, but now to a lesson.

I read today from Moses and Lacan:

In Genesis, God said: Let the water teem with living creatures of the sea, and let birds fly above the earth across the expanse of sky…and let the birds increase on the earth. And there was evening, and there was morning—the fifth day. What is interesting to note is that man is not created until the sixth day… therefore the birds had one full night to age, to eat in the garden, to experience light and dark. The bird, we see, is older than man.

The second prophet, in a poem called “The Insistence of I,” wrote: Meaning always unfolds its dimension before it. As is seen at the level of the sentence when it is interrupted before the significant term: “I shall never…,” “All the same it is…,” “And yet there may be…,” Such sentences are not without meaning.

I believe we will, given more time, understand why birds have been falling.



Posted by Rabbi22770, April 9th, 2:59 AM.

This Sunday it is my turn to bless the offering at church and I will speak of the bulbous spill of birth and I will show slides. I will fire a cap-gun when the water breaks, and I will spread my arms wide to connote an infinite dilation of cervix. I will roll my eyes back to their whites—this placental ache, this deep reversal, this naked child coiled in his staff.