Feb 12, 2015
Amy Horowitz at the 2015 Purim launch farbrengen
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Amy Horowitz at the 2015 Purim launch farbrengen
Mindi Fullilove at the 2015 Purim launch farbrengen
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Imani Henry at the 2015 Purim launch farbrengen
Mordechai manda i dize Mordechai's proclomation
Aloz duidyoz ke se avize To all the Jews
En Adar datodze i kindze Is that the 14th and 15th of Adar
Ke es diya de Purim. Is the time to celebrate Purim.
Biva yo, biva il Re, Long life to me, long live the King
Bivan todos Yisrael Long live all of Israel,
Biva la Rena Ester Long live Queen Esther
Ke moz dyo tanto plazer. Who gave us so much pleasure.
Il Aman mamzer segundo Haman was one of many persecutors
Asitenga negro mundo May he be cursed
Kijo cebar djidyos al fundo He wanted to do away with the Jews
En los diyas de Purim. In the days of Purim.
Yama todoz los chikitikos Call all the little ones
Balsas yenas de bombonikos The bags are full of candy
Ke si merken los djugetikos They should buy little toys
Don los denaros de Purim. With their Purim money.
Kon la asukri i la farina With sugar and flour
Ya muz vyene la Madrina The Godmother is coming to us,
Para fazer la halva fina To make fine halva
Para l'diya de Purim. For the day of Purim.
Al Rubi de loz muchachikos To the Rabbi of the little boys
Dalde tantos regalikos Give him many presents,
Akel ke puede dukadikos If you can afford it, give him gold pieces
Ke ansi ez el dever. For that is the custom.
http://www.jewishfolksongs.com/en/el-diya-de-purim
Christine Lewis taught us this Calypso sung by King Austin, called PROGRESS.
Today, when I look around in the world what do I see? I see footprints that man have left on the sand while walking through time. I see fruits of our ambitions, figments of our imagination And I ask myself, "When will it end? When will it end?" It is plain to see, universally, this land is not bountiful as it was Simply because, in his quest for success nothing stands in man's way. Old rivers run dry, soon the birds won't fly, the mountains will be no longer high And when I really think of it, yes, I does wonder why, oh why? I see charity deplored, equal rights totally ignored Wisdom and ingenuity working in accord simply to afford Such inventions as thermonuclear warfare and environmental warfare And I wonder now, "Where do we go from here?" Prophets everywhere gaze upon the horizon and declare that judgment will come And the savage hands of unscrupulous men defile everything pass by. Time is running out as we eat and drink species at the brink of being extinct, yeah And I think no one can deny that the price of progress is high, really, really high. I see consciousness abate, as today we live recklessly Money make egos inflate and thereby create a turbulent state. I see a struggle between the sexes, new hang-ups and old complexes Now the question is right in context, ”What shall be next?” I’ve already seen this world have come divided Between race, colour, creed and class And some of the things the scripture predict how it truthfully come to pass Soil that wouldn't bear, children making children to be a part of this growing mass And I ask, “If this is progress, lord, how long would it last? How long would it last? How long would it last?" I see craziness increase, bogus priest and corrupt police No peace, the struggle don't cease as man turn to drug searching for relief I see a frightened humanity, a sad and confused society And it saddens me. How shall it be in time to come? Can this world withstand this constant misuse and abuse by the hands of man As they try to shape this world in a way to fit in with all their plans Time is running out as we eat and drink species at the brink of being extinct, yes And I think no one can deny that the price of progress is high, real high.
What is the generative place we are in?
What is the generative place we are in? Well… it’s Purim! Where we
take ancient stuff and sensuality and the creation of our own terms, a play
space. Where we can do something because we make the rules. And we do
so in a year where we are dreaming and fighting, even more vividly, for a
New York where we really do make the rules.
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