"I composed ... a song — which I had never sung till then, with an idea, and words, and rhymes — because my heart was with me and in my mouth.” ( S Y Agnon, 'With My Heart')
Friday, 12 April 2019
PerfectlyWritePoetry: Seaside Pastiche
PerfectlyWritePoetry: Seaside Pastiche: This piece was prompted by a multi-site visit to the northern Israeli coastal resort of Nahariya arranged by the Nefesh B’Nefesh immigration...
Seaside Pastiche
This piece was prompted by a multi-site visit to the northern Israeli coastal resort of Nahariya arranged by the Nefesh B’Nefesh immigration aid organisation.
The trip started at the town’s striking octagonal water tower that has served as an art gallery since 2003 and has been hosting a show by prize-winning crochet portrait artist, Orly Ben Basat.
There were also stops at the Lieberman House Museum that was restored in the 1990s and the home-based studio of Judaica fabric artist, Adina Gatt.
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The trip started at the town’s striking octagonal water tower that has served as an art gallery since 2003 and has been hosting a show by prize-winning crochet portrait artist, Orly Ben Basat.
There were also stops at the Lieberman House Museum that was restored in the 1990s and the home-based studio of Judaica fabric artist, Adina Gatt.
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A white tower’d gallery
by a river near the sea
frames women, three.
Sweet waters run softly till they end their song.
Slipped tight behind
mud-fogged glass,
time honours all
who’ve In these ancient
waters passed.
Why do they yet mourn
by God’s slim river, now
we’ve regained Zion?
Full fathoms five,
neither blind to the magic,
nor deaf to the melody,
see the needle-pointed
pearls that are their eyes,
those knitted brows.
Hark that silenced chargrilled
voice; a patterned arm.
Look how that behatted,
urchin charm plays on.
This falling house never
fell; no girl bathed
upon its bridal roof;
no royal watcher
gloated on the
embroidered truth.
Sweet waters run softly till they end their song.
© Natalie Wood (12 April 2019)Cry me a river!
Don’t laugh at
my belief in man;
at my belief in you,
little river.
Cry on, tho’ your
waters meet the
sea and herein ends
this song.
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Tuesday, 19 February 2019
Alwayswriteagain: Why Israelis Love ‘Green Bóok’
Alwayswriteagain: Why Israelis Love ‘Green Bóok’: It is no surprise that Peter Farrelly’s hit movie Green Book continues to delight Israeli audiences: The real story behind it has ...
Monday, 18 February 2019
’Boy’ or ‘Boss’: Water Keeps a Hit Movie ‘Green’!
If there’s a song whose meaning I’ve always misconstrued, it’s those of the American folk melody, Water Boy.
I first heard it sung in a satirical version by American Jewish comedian, Allan Sherman. But even later, hearing the real lyrics, I mistook them as a call to the cotton field workers’ own slave – the abused child who brought them water during their labours.
I could not have been more wrong!
According to contributors to Lyrics Mode it is a prison work song and the prisoner, doing hard labour, laments how his bad luck gambling in card games has cost him ‘silver and gold’ – along with his liberty. The singer is either calling for the water boy to bring him water or is telling the guard, whom he calls ‘boss’ how hard he's working and that he's the best worker on site. It is suggested further that the word ’boy’ is mistranscribed from the original and should be ‘boss’.
There are innumerable versions of Water Boy, with fans claiming a wide range of musical references encompassing classical composers, a Jewish marriage song and a Native American tune.
The song and the many artistes who have covered it have enjoyed renewed interest with the release of the movie, Green Book as The Don Shirley Trio recorded a most compelling instrumental version.
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Water boy, where are you hidin’
If you don't come right here
Gonna tell you pa on you
There ain't no hammer
That's on a this mountain
That ring like mine boy
That ring like mine
I'm gonna bust this rock boy
From here to the Macon
All the way to the jail boy
All the way to the jail
You Jack o diamond
Jack o diamond
Know you of old boy
I know you're of old
You rob-a my pocket
Rob my pocket
Silver and gold boy
Of silver and gold
There ain't no sweat boy
That's on a this mountain
That run like mine boy
That run like mine
© Natalie
Wood (18 February 2019)
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