INVENTORY NOTE:

{a4a-1inv}
The entire A series is:

A1	47		5/5/76		  at B'nai Yeshrun on Sidra
Kedoshim 
A2	57		5/11/76		  at B'nai Yeshrun
A3			Sept. 73	  Israel, Shlomo's apt
A4	59				  "New Tape Series" followed by A5
A5	 6				  followed by A6
A6	11				  called E
A7	 9		1975		  Weiss Farm, Tape 1
A8		X.Ms			  "New Tape Pink Ampex 360"
A9	 8		Tues. June 30 1974(?)
A10	 2		10/28/71	  Evening
A11	40
A12				 Ne'eman	  Shlomo Teaching on Psalm 1
A13			10/26/71 Ne'eman	  Rav Kook Teaching
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COMMENTS FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY:
as_it_is_said:  "No comments from the Peanut Gallery."
as_it_is_said:  "Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"
                "Up in the balcony, where the seats are cheaper."

CAVEAT TABBYCAT!:
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*(In the Good Old Days, the Age of the Typewriter, it is said that
each line had to be set in metallic type.  So anyone who wanted to
write something to go to the Printer's Place and borrow some lines
of hot-metal cold-lead type.  He would then print a few lines and
bring the type back to the Printer, so someone else could say
something. To help him carry all that type, the City (in those
days there was only one City in the known World, probably
somewhere near, or under, today's Amsterdam) provided free if
somewhat shabby baby-carriages (occasionally prone to accident,
as_it_is_said, "There's blood on the baby-buggy bumpers."), on
condition that those be promptly returned.  That became known as
the Required Carriage Return, referring to lines of fixed length.)
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{a4a-2}
{Comment (sa):  Block that Anachronism.}

{a4a-3}
{Comment (sa):  Most folks keep the electric light on on Shabat.
Darned if I see why.  Expediency ain't justification, and
legalisms are like tiptoeing around a hippopatamus in the living
room }

{a4a-4}
{Note (sa):  That part of the country is Bluegrass.}

{a4a-5}
{Note (sa):  Tish Above is the guardian angel of Tish Bernstein of
Kew Gardens.
That's a New Yorker style joke, but I'm not clear why.}

{a4a-5a}
{Comment (sa):  But why should it seem odd that a person would not
relate to others through words, but would do so through music. 
Meher Baba used no words, and they didn't lock him up.  Why should
speech be deemed the paradigmatic mode of communication -- most
folks who talk don't say jack shit nohow -- and not singing, nor
touch.  Why should a man be judged sane if he prefers to
communicate with his cat that with [or: 'than with' or(?) 'that
ate'] his uncle.

HIK says:  'A craving for revenge is like a craving for poison.'
But shucks, so's a craving for almost everything, from Pepsis to a
Poo-poo Platter, and then back again from Vodka to Starbucks via
Havannas.  And anyhow HIK wasn't much into repartee.} 



{a4a-5i}
{Note (sa):  Tish A'bove was an Italian lass who came to Dublin to
seek her fortune.}

{a4a-5ii}
{Note (sa):  And all the swains would say:  After Tish, the local
lassies feel like sheep in a fogbank.}

{a4a-5iii}
{Note (sa):  Which goes without saying, and better too.}

{a4a-6 I think}
{Comment (sa): "'Good fences make good neighbors.'"}

{a4a-6a}
{Comment (sa):  The Mitnogdim come over from Modi'in Elite every
night to convert us.  Call it a Coal_el, but I don't know why;
these evenings it's too hot even to fry a marshmellow.  R.
Yekutiel said:  If it wasn't for you, these guys would never come
out of the Sukah when it rains, they'd just stay there singing
till they float down the Wadi on a used guitar. R. Yekutiel comes
from somewhere where it rains on Sukot.}

{a4a-7}
{Note (sa):  Reb Cook (not to be confused with Rav Kok, a deep
philospher and good person, held warmly in intellecutal/spiritual
memory by all Israel,  who served as the first Israel Chief Rabbi)
was a former officer in the insurrectionary forces of the
Confederate States of America, who later joined a British
expedition to the South Seas and wound up getting stoned on Somoa 
(an excellent varietal, with an aftertaste of grapes, currents,
dark-red Bing cherries, and a dash of asparagrass Gus; or so I
imagine  they say)  like most folks hereabouts.}

{a4a-8}
{Note (sa):  That brackets the dates of this marriage, from the
time of RSC's apparently disasterous first and only marriag, which
ended in an apparently amicable divorce.  Though someone said, he
called his children every day. }

{Note (sa):  The transcriber consistently spells 'level' as
'leval'.  So if you know anyone who does so, maybe that's the as
yet unidentified transcriber.}

{a4a-9}
{Comment (sa):  This is the sort of thing Ryle would say, if he
had ever had anything to say besides "'ghost in a machine' we
ain't".}             

{a4a-10}
{Comment (sa);  And Gedalia the Greater and Lesser -- I mean the
dude of ample girth who lived in the Rova and isn't the famous
Bratslaver, though he's pretty pre-eminent -- said (my words, not
his:  I mean, one year at New Buffalo I hauled about 40 tons of
dried cow and horse manure, and put it on a field -- like, it was
good clean work, especially compared to reading HaAretz/English in
the morning, or analyzing anti-Israel media-bias in TIME or
Newsweek (which I occaisionally did ca. 1988--1998). -- 

and anyhow there's this Harry Truman joke:  Someone asked Bess,
can't you get the President to stop saying 'manure'; and she
replied , it's all I can do to get him to say 'manure' --  
       
[so he says, only he didn't, those ain't his words -- 'I put on
the old Wellingtons's and slog through the field [of an RSC
teaching (or for me, tape) ] -- "garlic & saphires embedded in the
mud" old chap -- and by the end of it, I always find a gem.} 

{a4a-11}
{Note (sa):  sounds like Shma Yisrael (Smalie) Witt; if so then
this teaching was given in Israel, probably Jlem, maybe at the
Wittpad ("Mishkanot").  But if Smalie was old enough then to be a
Reb, then this teaching could not date from the "brief interlude"
of RSC's marriage; Witts rarely get smicha before the age of 8}

{a4a-12}
{Note (sa):  This is what is meant by a "cash tora" -- a teaching
you carry around with you, like you always carry around cash to do
things with 

{Comment (sa) because in this modern world, you can't do almost
anything, as_it_is_said in Talmud or something like that:  Essav
said to Yakov, I'll kill you; so Yakov said back:  Don't kill me,
just take all my money, as_it_is_said 'A man without money is like
a dead man.'  -- I heard that from one of the Witt kids once,
best's I recollect it.}

{a4a-13}
{Comment (sa):  This would seem to be a sort of 'Thought-
Experiment' , from the intellecutual milieu of pre-war Germany. 
But note that here the 'thought-experiment' is conceptual,
'philosophic', not scientific.  What is clarifies is merely
concepts, not (as science purports to do) facts.}

{a4a-14}
{Comment (sa):  Sounds cute and sweet, but maybe it's not so
simple.  I mean, it can maybe spoil a relationship, to ask your
chick for money.  Cf. the Beattles:  "You never give me your
money/ You only give me your funny / [and here, where we expect
the romantic cliche 'papers' [as in:  Sunday morning comic strips
-- "funny papers" -- for Sunday morning iss one of the most , and
darned near the only, romantic time in a USA relationship, when
one lies leisurely in an increasingly sunny bed, then gets up and
makes a luxurious omlette, with a dash of white wine, and some
bood black coffee, and maybe some good preserve to put on the
real-butter'd whole wheat toast -- or Wallace Stevens, who says
nothing so luxuriantly -- "complacencies of the peignoir" -- or
even Donovon's ironic -- song -- of a young woman alone on a
weekend --  "You are just a young girl / working your way through
the [funnies, but sounded as 'phonies']."
    And how questions of money in marriage have posthumously
poisoned the rabbi's own marriage; even they who wrote in Yiddish
of the distortions in relationships from the pressures of shtetl
life, would scarcely dare sketch it.
   I'm sorry, but we have endured and endeavored to work around
too much repression of RSC's Nachlass, ostensibly from that
source.  His declared opponents would have done so.}
                                     
{a4a-15} 
{Comment (sa):
[sic M'am, 'damn']
-- as RSC was learning to pass for an Amerrican (USA 1940's, as I
was supposedly growing up), it was a quite acceptable affectation
of like manly discourse -- Dashiell Hammett and all that -- (Cf.
Normal Mailer, "the language of men" )}

{a4a-16}
[Note (sa):  I'm sure 'kvais' is one of those basic vocabulary
words of gung-ho religious Judaism that I should know, Moe.  Seems
to mean something like: 'because everybody says we should because
the WORD came down (or one of its implied nth-generation
derivatives, anyhow) , channelled via Moshe on Mt. Sinai] 

{a4a-17}
{Comment (sa):  Surely this is a 'popish', not a 'momish'.  A
'popish' means, 'like, from the Pope', as_it_is_said, 'Is the Pope
Jewish' [to which the answer is; of course; the essence of
Christianity, especially the Roman Catholic Original Brand, is:
chutzpadik_ing Judaism .  Like, they rip'd off our whole Cohen_ite
trip, as if they bought it at a flea-market when we had a bad day
around 62 C.E. (or S.D.)}

{a4a-18}
{Comment (sa):  
Oy McCoy.  
    Someone with a gloss on the legend of Joan of Arc:  'Is it
G_d?' 'He says it is.'

    Like, it's not so simple to tell an angel from a demon.  Look
at poor old Abraham with that Akeda bit (according to the minority
opinions of Bob Dylan & me (Cf. =washedox.txt) on my Website, 
http://www.geocities.com/sa73122a )& others).}

{a4a-19}
{Comment (sa):  I reckon -- but I don't yet, maybe never, see it
clear --  that there needs to be a good, honest biography of R.
Shlomo.  Because until one has some sense of the particular
troubles sins and failures in his life, it may be hard to fully
appreciate how his teachings transcend such types of problems and
averot.
    PVK would often speak of a 'spiritual bypass', where one
escapes from confronting one's psychologic problems, by getting
into spirituality -- as if that ain't where 'civilization and its
discontents is at'; we make forms through which we can progress on
our 'escape from freedom' (Erich Fromm).
    But then  sometimes PVK would speak too of a 'psychologic
bypass' -- the Woody Allen gambit:  perpetual introspection about
one's psychologic problems as an excuse to evade confronting one's
spiritual dimension.
   So too:  There is hagiographic biography and debunking
biography; neither means much unless juxtaposed with the work and
achievements of the person in question.
    So again:  text is passe; hypertext is where it's at.  To read
a single text is like playing a chess game with only one piece. 
One looks into a text in juxtapositon with its related texts. 
(Channel Surfing does this, but most crudely.
   Again:  Pound did it first.}

{a4a-20}
[Note (sa):  I think that here 'justice' stands for the much nicer
Hebrew term, 'tzdaka'.  Justice connotes:  enforcing the dicates
of the capitalist oppressor; tzdaka connotes:  redressing the
socio-economic injustice of the capitalist system by
anarcho_pacificst__socialism  (Paul Goodman, Dorothy Day, and I
forget the third, if any).]

{a4a-21}
{Comment (sa):  Oddly, some folks seem to regard strictness of
observance as preportional to moral rectitude, even though Moshe
Rabbenu said, don't add nor subtract.  And then 
#l2

(disregarding HIK's admonition to combine "aristocracy of the soul
and democracy of the ego") they equate superiority in moral
rectitude with superiority in merit 
#l3

(forgetting the essential teaching that Moshe Rabbenu "was the
humblest man who ever lived" 
#l4
(we know because he told us so) 
#l5
(ie, McGree: it's written in the Torah, and we know the Torah is
true because Moshe Rabbenu wrote it)
#l6
(and that's one more teaching that gets turned into hamburger in
'The Treasury of Jewish Folklore' -- 
#l7

the rebbe falls asleep, the hosids start extolling his virtues,
the rebbe opens one eye and says 'and of my great humility you say
nothing?'.)
#l3
I get on the Superbus -- 
#l4
only the hardim would call their practically private bus the
Superbus -- 
#l3
and all these fat dudes in a double seat, one seat for their black
top-hat.  And then some kid in a dry-cleaned black suit in 100
degree heat -- 
#l4
I mean, you can't call that respect for the holy land -- 
#l3
goes up to the driver, who has the radio on barelly audible -- and
tell him to turn it off.

Like, "Dry Bones" (Lincoln Kerstein) had a cartoon (in the Jlem
Post of course; this is maybe early 1980's):  two dudes get to
Heaven:  'Wow this is heaven' 'Please whisper; there are haredim
next door' 'Ok, but why should I whisper' 'They think they're the
only ones here.'.}
#l1

{a4a-22}
{Comment (sa):  I'll bet that Bionna Rebbe dude usually gave his
hosids or whatever just two fingers, and they like got the same
hit from taht as young (R.) Shlomo got from a handshake.  A cool
dude gives you whatever you need.  Maybe that Rebbe never shook
hands with anyone before, but he dug that here was an apt time for
an exception, having perceived that our future Rebbe had that day
a flea in his ear about haredi handshakes.
   I don't know if RSC ever hugged me; no doubt he perceived and
respected my belief that is improper to hug anyone with whom one
would not like to go to bed.
   Some folks greet you with a wave, or even with just a glance.

And anyhow, like, shaking hands is just one more stupid goyische
custom -- to show you ain't got a knife.

#l2
(So anyhow, there I am sitting in the Intellectual Stock Exchange,
with a luxury-size broom closet on Rehov ben Yehuda, Israel's
answer to Coney Island or some such, and one of the Proprietor's
creditors calls up and says, maybe I'll send someone around to
shake his hand and break his fingers.)

#l1
In the USA 1950's, grey flannel suits and IBM and all that, one
was expected to offer a manly handshake  


#l2
(even my brother did so, who hasn't an aggressive bone, but may
not realize that's he's physically rather imposing -- the only
time I ever recall feeling under 6 foot plus (which I am) was with
him -- he once said, "boss people the way you would like to be
bossed" --  

#l2a
I once shook hands with Barry Seidman, this was when I just got to
Belmont Junior High School, 8th grade, and was getting a crash
course in how to try to act normal -- my first day I answered a
question, "Generally, yes", and for weeks after the locals called
me "General Lee" -- I think that if I have an underlying shame at
being Jewish -- I do find that morning bracha, 'who has made me
Jewish', almost impossible to comprehend, tho I'm trying now, at
the increasinly young age of 60+ -- it may stem from that; I think
I subsconciously equate being Jewish with being intellectual --
though of course there have been intelligent goyim -- Bucky Fuller
and I don't offhand recall who else -- so anyhow, then Seidman
says, 'You shake hands like a dead fish'.  About 5 foot 4, they
called him 'Mouse' in High School; with that olive skin that one
occasionally finds of Jewish people; it's maybe Italian, maybe
Sephardi -- he went on to get a Silver Star for flying solo as
Forward Air Controller in Vietnam -- retired as a Colonel, I
suppose, probably sidelined because he was Jewish; and I never
knew him to put on airs; one would scarcely think he'd been if a
school-crossing guard.  When he went to BU, he read Shakespeare
for pleasure.  I can't imagine the intellect one would need to do
that; I can barely go word-by-word if I work at at; and only
follow the plots because I can count the folks who get knocked off
on my fingers and toes, and anyhow I like counterpoint if it ain't
in music -- and somebody wrote a dance at Oberlin College, and
Vicky Woskoff comes up to her next day and says, 'I saw that
Fugue'.  And like I've said, Vicky Woskoff used to say, 'Only
Marilyn [Marilyn Strauss-Lidov, z'lb] understands Beethoven.  And
Marilyn said of the Late Quartets, 'You can't WRITE like that.' 
And Marilyn once hummed a run as played by Schnabel, and said, 'If
I could play like that just once, I'd retire.'  I've said this all
many times, but I'd like it on the record, whatever that is or
means.

#l3
and a local rabbi gives a kidish for his mother's Yahrzeit, she
had not found the True Religion, and he says nothing to evoke what
she really was into  -- and Little Joe once said, "dead don't need
our prayers" -- as if all life is but a prologue to the Modi'in
minyan -- 
#l4

and the Rabbi puts up a sign on the road that says:  Mincha 10
minutes before sunset; Ma'ariv 20 minutes after sunset.  
#l5

I say, that defines us as Reform.  
#l6

I say, anyone who intentionally creates a situation in which he
cannot fulfill a mitzva 
#l7
(here, Mincha Tachanun, which cannot be said after sunset ) 
#l6
]is counted as having refused to fulfill that mitzva.  
#l7
Which is cool, but a pussycat should not pretend to be a hunting
dog.
#l1
almost nobody in Israel does it.  And if they do, its barely
contact. 

But I digress.}

{a4a-23}
{Comment (sa).  
One should recall that RSC lived extensively in some of the more
picturesque neighborhoods of New York City, in particular the
charming solid red-brick etc. townhouses of the Upper West Side of
Manhattan, built in the 19th century and nurturning a population
of 3rd-day species ever since.  It's is said that the cockroach is
one of our oldest neighbors, and the one best-designed to pick up
the pieces, as it were, after the sort of military adventure to
which the Bushies seem inclined.

But anyhow:
I don't say that I make strong coffee, but sometimes I leave a bit
in the cup in the kitchenette of my steel_reinforced__concrete 2
1/2 room country bungalow (located conveniently close to the Green
Line, to which we hope to return in order to live in peace, it was
designed primarily  to withstand small artillery shells) -- and in
the morning I find a cockroach or two in it.  Just took one sip
too.
So anyhow, there we are volunteering to save the Israeli Army ,
and Mike comes out of the kitchen at lunchtime, and I say, I'd
like to to compliment you  -- all that soup, and just one chicken. 
And he says back:  Yup, didn't even get wet.  (Ran so fast through
the mess-hall chicken soup that it didn't even get wet; then on to
the next mess-hall.) }

{a4a-24}
{Comment (sa):  PVK, from a Sufi perspective of coruse, and maybe
a Christian perspective too, though by Christians it comes out a
pretty chaste agape, all Platonic, no motive power in it at all,
much less "it was out of love for you that I created the Unvierse)
[I have that dude's name on =pvk83as2.] -- so PVK would often say,
eg Zenith, "loving people who make themselves difficult to love",
and he would sometimes say "we are tested in our love."
It was at R. Joel Glick's Chochmat haLev, in the Rova, 1982 I
think, but maybe 1985, that I got the hit, one  could draw a line
from Whitehead through Rav Kook to PVK.}

{a4a-25}
{Comment (sa):  No need to invoke Divine retroactive intervention;
a few revisionist historians will do.}

{a4a-26}
{Comment (sa):  Maybe so; as some are born with an exceptional
perceptivity for music, or for tastes, or even for smells.  But
too, PVK would suggest that building up a backlog of practice may
lead one to increased spiritual sensitivity -- and RSC, from his
childhood, did spend an exceptional ammount of time in the
religious/spiritual or orthodox Judaism.
   Anyhow, it seems a good guess that RSC went through life on
generally a higher level than most of us usually do.  One might
approach if not reach this level occasionally, maybe on a pre-dawn
walk, with the birds calling across the Moshav, and the stray cats
making their way through an aggravating cat-world.}

{a4a-27}
{Comment (sa):  The Christians make much of the Nevi'im, whatever
they word, the translation 'Prophets' don't fit; Heschel made that
clear.  These were Grade A Nudniks, they were out there on the
picket lines between crashing at the bottom of dry well while
Herod ate quail's eggs.  Like, these are not the dudes to whom you
turn prior to telefaxing your Wall Street Broker on the
Tickertape.  But the Christians go through all their leftover
leaflets and try to dig out lines that seem to say , there's going
to be this out-of-work carpenter for Natzereth, or maybe a Nazir
from Bethlehem, and he'll be the dude that you know you all or
waiting for, so do whatever he says and if you don't know we'll
tell you.  So Ok, suppose they do a special Mission to Israel
Charter Flight to Qumran and find a new cave with a grade A scroll
that says, Hymie Schutzenberger from Grand Concourse is the
Messiah, signed, the Amalgamated Prophets of the Holy Land.  And
its stamped and authenticated by the Archeologic Stodgies.  We
would then say Nu? -- if he comes by the house I'll see if my
cousin can get him a job in Histadrut.  I mean, if a Prophet tells
you, bet on Rum Runner in the Joe Kennedy Pari-Mutual, I'm still
going to take a good look at the horse before I put down even a
sawbuck.
   I maybe ain't made that pellucid; but again:  the Christian use
of Old Testament 'Prophets' is not merely tendencious and
triumphalistic, it's virtually irrelevant -- not merely to
Judaism, but to the thrust of the various prophetic -- well, rants
merely, maybe more like the Greek sybils whatever they were. 
Like, these guys belonged on the Op-Ed page of the New York Times,
but Columbus was late that time.}

{a4a-28}
{Comment (sa):  I always thought it odd that woman can be so
critical of their bodies.  I told whoever I got a ahold of, look,
most of us see one so rarely that we deem it one of the major
miracles of existence, a work of art worth half the Met. [Cummings
said that too, but a bit inept.]  And you guys carry it around
with you all the time, gvalt, you're rich.}

{a4a-29}
{Comment (sa):  Well, I can't go along with that.  I mean, one
mustn't literalize the Shma.  'Echad' is not the number one; it
means, unity.  It's not like they got a Trinity are we're like
Unitarians with a hexsure kit.  It's that -- however anyone
conceptualizes it -- as 'Jesus Christ' [and I once asked Alita
Giber to translated 'Jesus Christ' into Jewish religious
termonolgoy; she gave me what sounded like an ok answer, but it
slipped away from me like an eel] or as 'ALLAH' (Donovon knows how
to pronounce that Divine term:  'Lord [if or you want to go Shir
haShirim:  'LORD' -- which takes us back to George Harrison's
paeon to Krishna -- 'I really want to know YOU' ] kiss me once
more -- fill me with love, Ah-LAH ... that I may .. wear your love
like Heaven.  Sufism makes much of love as theologic notion; we
New England Litvaks find that a bit de trop, Moe.
   This is a mathematic sort of notion; set-theory I think, like
Russell's defininition of 'the'.
   For Echad:  Like, everything is in the Toy Box (and they're all
signging in perfect harmony, like all the toys in the Nutcracker
Suite that come to life when we sleep and are revealed as our
Archetypes -- you see, nobody would spend all that money on ballet
if it wasn't of mythic stature) -- and if you find anything that
isn't in the toy box -- like Jesus, maybe -- it goes in the toy
box too, truth to tell.  Only one needs a bit of metaphysical
agility (which I happen to have; makes up for me being a klutz at
baseball maybe, and barely able to hold a tune with a grappling
hook) to not bump one's shins of the opacity of concepts, much
less words:  "you say potaetoes and I say potahtoes; let's call
thee whole thing off." 
    Or Russell's definition of a proper name:  Like, like, there
is the class of John J. Kadinkleheimer-Schmidt's 

[Shoshana's name is Ottenheimer, and that embarasses her, like
Yakov Sack, who was named after my aunt Min's husband, Jack Sack,
an all-American football player who became a philantropist in
Pittsburgh, but Yakov was always embarassed by the assonance, or
maybe even the term 'sack', as if he was being dumped into one, or
the 'Sad Sack' comic strip character -- no accounting for
neurosis, though there is for taste -- there's good taste, bad
taste, and perverted taste -- but let's turn off that road and get
a hamburger and milkshake at the drive-in.

ok, call him Fred Messergeshnitt for short -- and we just found a
dude with a name that goes into that set; and whenever you find
another dude with that name it's the same dude, he just stepped
across the street.}

{a4a-30}
{Comment (sa):  Well, let's not get too metaphysical about it all,
or there'll be no meaning left.  'Far from G_d' is maybe St. John
of the Cross 'dark night of the soul' [PVK often invoked that
term; I don't know if it from its Source] , and that sounds like a
clinical depression as experienced by someone committed to
religious mysticism.  Reb Nachman speaks of it, but in order to
assure folks that he knows what he's talking about, so you can
maybe trust him to show you the way to climb out.  Reb Nachman is
the only one I've bumped into who does that; Gerard Manley Hopkins
evokes it, compassionately ("oh, the mind has mountains; count
them [little] may [he/she] who never fell there"), and T.S. Eliot
seems to start from there, but then fakes his way out and calls it
Anglican.}

{a4a-31}
{Comment (sa):  Transcript sic, but obviously the Rabbi mean to
say, 'Seven for Seven'.  The meaning of this phrase, which he
often used (as in: "chevre, let's daven musaf Seven for Seven,
before it gets too dark to see the Bimah and the cholent freezes")
is a deep kabalistic secret.  A clue to its meaning, for those in
the gnu (the gnu too is a kabalistic griffin or grimace (Rashi,
O.F.) is that the Rabbi often moved in very lofty spaces.}

{a4a-31a}
{Comment (sa):  Cf. Leary, speaking of being trapped in the mind
chakra.}

{a4a-32}
{Comment (sa):  That transcriber, presumably responsive to
intonation on the tape (which I don't know where, if anywhere, it
exists, but maybe on one of the 8-inchers BZ is taking to disc),
tho I don't even know the date/place of this teaching -- it sounds
HLP -- adds a question mark.  I wanted to take it out; but context
supports it.  Tho RSC and others sometimes say, one may come on
this earth just to do one tikun, to do someone a favor (that one
failed to do in a previous life, if you believe in that -- stuff.}

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{Glossary (sa):  UJA.  United Jewish Appeal.  In the USA the UJA
serves, for those who never outgrew the '50's and still Like Ike,
as a pareve substitute for Zionist Yiddishkeit.  Instead of
sacrificing a sacred bull (the Greeks did it first -- I mean we're
talking heavy-duty Philistine here Greer; this is them 6 foot
dudes from Minos or Atlantis , Cro-Magnon maybe vs. Balkan
Neanderthals coming down to trash the neighborhood, the last of
the Aryans, l'havidil in a pickle barrel -- ) they cash in a few
options and go to the Head Table -- I mean, in galutz they still
call folks Rabbi and pay them; here you can't throw a tofu
cheeseburger over your left shoulder without it lands on some
Rabbi's streimel and he's so busy studying he doesn't notice it
till nesting season.
   Maybe I'd better fix Aryeh's scythe and chop some weeds, before
they take away my coffee beans.

or maybe that was just one more bad habit that got from us, or a
good habit they made bad)

So anyhow, there I am having crashed the Bostoner Rebbe's shul in
Brookline, and he keeps saying, it being Simchat Torah I assume,
somethings about somebody saying that somebody's streimel was
coming from a Hungarian Beauty Saloon.  I mean, there are Animal
Rights Activists who would sell there Condo to ransom one strimel,
and still wind up with the Home Surround System in hock.
   But I digress.}

{Note (sa):  The term of Reb Nachman's which RSC translates as
'sad' -- here and in many other teachings -- would, I reckon from
context, and regardless of what Hebrew (Yiddish?) word Reb Nachman
used, better be translated 'depressed'.} 









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{Note (sa):  The term of Reb Nachman's which RSC translates as
'sad' -- here and in many other teachings -- would, I reckon from
context, and regardless of what Hebrew (Yiddish?) word Reb Nachman
used, better be translated 'depressed'.}

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{Comment (sa):  'the world of freedom' as the highest, most
refined level, 'sphere', of existence, is a notion from Spinoza's
Ethics.  Spinoza distinguishes 'emotions' and passions.

I think what Spinoza terms 'emotions' are what PVK might term
'Divine emotions'and what HIK termed the 'feeling heart'.  One
whose consciousness is on the level of the Spinozistic emotions is
free -- perhaps not on the physical/social level, but --
necessarilly, 'gramatically' (in the Wittgenseinian sense of
'grammar') lor as some might crudely say, 'by definition'.  This
seems to be a Buddhist notion of freedom.  I begin to sense how it
was that Paul Wienpahl, from whom I got a sense of Spinoza, was,
if I recall, very much into Buddhism -- albeit Zen Buddhism, I
think. 

The chapter in which he discussed the passions is named, 'Of Human
Bondage', a phrase that Somorset Maughn later chanced on, as he
acknowleged.}

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