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Mishnah of Sighs


by Jake Marmer

[Editor's note: Jake Marmer is one of Alef's favorite poets. His work has appeared in Mima'amakim, Blue Jew Yorker, Zeek, Jewish Currents, The Forward, and other publications. He has performed extensively in New York and Jerusalem with various jazz personalities. The following poem is part of his Talmudic Jazz Poetry cycle - an attempt to re-evaluate the Babylonian Beit-Midrash chaos through the jazz prism. You can see more of Jake's work here - Alef]

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There’re 28 fathers of sighing, 350 grandfathers, and so forth all the way back to the infinite forefather of sighs, rocking the newborn world in his gentle cradle of misery.

These are the types of sighs: kishkes twister; ten pound groaner; grandiloquent cosmic wheeze; gestalt toothache sigh; Russian mantra of oy which is longer than ohm, has paler skin and brooding sweat is its passport to mid-air; old goat sigh of one last party; sigh that flows seamlessly into a fart; operatic Cyclops growl; my-misery-is-bigger-than-yours; there-twenty-eight-colors-of-redemption-but-where-is-it; sigh split into voodoo spaghetti in the corporate mouth; the speech-loosing bitch-ass-flggg-what-doodles-I-don’t-know sigh.

Rabbi Gershon used to sigh so hard, clothes would fly off the body of Elohim, and the whole yeshiva of Yavneh would have a day off. When Rabbi Zusha sighed, the flesh would tear off god’s bones, structure of the world revealed and all books unwritten. But after Rabbi Nachman had a go, there’d be nothing left – only the garlicky rabbinical breath of salvation. The next week, his students would recreate god, in their own sleepy image.

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Alef Interviews: The Kvetcher!


kvetchpicWe at Alef take our Kvetching seriously, but not nearly as seriously as David Kelsey. David Kelsey is the author of the blog The Kvetcher, which he has maintained for five years. He has been published in numerous Jewish and New York periodicals including the Forward, Heeb, and The Villager. Kelsey has been through numerous incarnations, including baal teshuvah, a Jewschool editor, and Jewcy blogger – none of which worked out. Because of his desire for tikkun olam, Kelsey is currently a substitute weekend waiter at Yonah Schimmel’s Knishery. We talked to David about life, family, and just what makes him “The Kvetcher”:

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First off – Why “The Kvetcher”?

My grandfather, may he rest in peace, used to call the remote control a “kvetcher,” and demand I hand it to him when he didn’t like what was on. I can’t change communal policy just by flipping a switch, but I often wish I could.

So, it sounds like you come from a long line of Kvetchers. Tell us a little more about your family, and how they Kvetch.

My maternal grandmother is from a Forward and Arberter Ring social-democratic family. She married my grandfather, an Eisenhower-loving Republican (“Eisenhower-loving” as in “not a Neocon”). They spent the rest of their lives nitpicking and arguing over whose preferred government representatives were more mentally, morally, and emotionally challenged, and assigning them disparaging, often Yiddish-inflected nicknames. Only a mutual dislike of Arafat—to his credit–united the family. And that may very well be why I’m politically confu…conflicted. I meet Jews who are peaceful and secure in their political party affiliations. I can’t imagine. I have an inkling about how the products of intermarriages must feel among the affiliated

What are your favorite topics to kvetch about? Anything you think you’ve kvetched-to-death?

Well…I’ve kvetched heavily on the haredi vision of theocracy for Israel as espoused by Ohr Somayach, on NCSY’s deceptive recruitment of teens from our public school system through their Jewish “Student” Union (JSU.org), and on our communal pro-amnesty and mass immigration policies set unilaterally by HIAS. Generally, I prefer to focus on positions contrary to the organized Jewish world where the opposition is not—in my opinion–given sufficient airing. Kvetching is an antidote to the Jewish triumphalism often preferred by the Orthodox newspapers and the Federation subsidized periodicals.

KvetcherWhat, if any, is the connection between “Jews” and “Kvetching”? Are Jews naturally more prone to complaining?

Kvetching is a favored form of Israelite protest from time immemorial, a stealth resistance that is relatively less lethal than open rebellion. As the Jews complained to Moses right before the sea split, “There weren’t enough graves in Egypt that you brought us out to die in the desert?” Open rebellion is often a path to communal excision. Think Korach or Spinoza. But kvetching is more or less tolerated, provided it isn’t directly against God.

Is Jewish kvetching any different from other type? Is there such thing as uniquely “Jewish” kvetching?

It’s related to Jewish humor. Jews are a sarcastic people. We are not a violent people, but when it comes to verbal excess, we’re the worst offenders. We’re very serious about it. For instance, when I published a first-rate kvetch for Jewschool, other writers there would congratulate me by saying it made them “saddened” or “disappointed,” and suggesting that I “should apologize.” Blogging and social networking are critical tools for the craft of kvetching, both because of the feedback mechanism, and the competitive nature of the outlet.

Will you ever stop kvetching?

To live is to kvetch. That’s why old people kvetch so much. They are praising God that they are still alive.

Where do you see the future of kvetching?

Jewish demographics are miserable, and yet… I’m bullish on kvetching. Particularly since the Orthodox are growing the most, and they are the least willing to discuss problems in their community’s own periodicals (with the exception of The Jewish Star), I think the future is quite bright for kvetching.

-Alef

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If I Don’t Do It, I’ll Never Know Peace


By Ian Lander
The kvetch is an everyday manifestation of my Jewish identity; my preamble to prayer. How can I cry out for help without identifying what I need help with first?  When I sat down to think about what gets under my skin, my mind started to race in a million directions. I needed a structure within which to work, so, I wrote a poem. Want to hear it? Here it goes:

If I don’t do it, I’ll never know peace

For me it’s cathartic, I need a release

And the shrink’s too expensive to lie on the couch

So you’ll have to oblige me while I get this out

Where to begin? There’s so much to say…

The list grows bigger every day

Use both sides of the page, write small and thin

Just to try to get it all in

The woman behind me in line for the cheese

Who uses my neck as a hanky to sneeze

The thief at the counter don’t do any better

He cuts a little brie and takes all my cheddar

The bus driver blows the stop sign again

Almost runs me over, it’s funny to him

The streets aren’t safe, but home’s even scarier

My roommates have made it a disaster area

One of them shaves at the top of the stairs

He says that the view is better up there

The other one just might even be worse

I’ll save you the time; I’d need a whole other verse

The weekend comes around, and I’ve got to work

Selling jewelry to ladies who drive me berserk

“When are you coming back?” “Where will you be next?”

I’m here right now lady. You’re getting me vexed!

“Why so expensive?” “Do you have a webpage?”

I’m going to choke you in a fit of rage

They push and they shove and compete for the goods

Pack up and head home but I’m not out of the woods

I’m halfway back to my abode

When my car breaks down on the side of the road

I can’t find the jack, and then I remember

I lent it to my roommate last November

He said he’d return it as soon as he was able

It’s propping up his wobbly night table

I finally limp in to my sweet woman’s place

She makes me dinner, and kisses my face

She gives me the strength to persevere through this

She’s just about perfect, so of course she’s not Jewish

 

The only way I can get over the hump

Is to grouch, to gripe, to crab and grump

To bellyache, beef, and kick is just fine

I bought that cheese so I needed some whine

I hope that it’s clear why I did it in prose

Reasons to bitch? I got thousands of those-

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14: Why We Kvetch


Look, we didn’t want to write this intro, alright?

We had plenty of other things we’d rather be doing. We could be eating a delicious hot open-face sandwich. We could be be reading about the best Jewish wrestlers of all time. We could be trimming our toe nails. Anything.

Instead, here we are, writing this intro for you folks. You, who in all likelihood, probably just skim these things before deciding to read something else, don’t you?

Fine. As our collective Jewish mothers once told us: We’ll sit in the dark.

…I tell you what, we’ll write this thing, but understand – We’re doing it because we want to, not because we have to. So, would it kill you to comment every once in a while? And, could you maybe, I’dknow, share an article or two? Is that so hard?

Oh, so you think we complain too much? Well, why shouldn’t we! Jews in America have a long and illustrious history of turning dissatisfaction into an art form. Like this:

See? An art form.

So, for the next 5 days, Alef is going to be running our favorite rants, raves, and bitch-sessions. After all, we’re tough to please, and so are you. Who knows, maybe after a week, we can answer that all-important (and all-Jewish) question: Why we Kvetch.

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Why We Kvetch Posts

If I Don’t Do It, I’ll Never Know Peace
Complainers of the World, UNITE!
Alef Interviews: The Kvetcher!
Mishnah of Sighs

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