Despite the fact that traditional commentators describe the Song of Songs as a metaphor for the love between G-d and Israel (which is also a wonderful and mysterious idea), we can’t get around the fact that in its simple reading, it is an erotic poem between two flesh and blood lovers.
The name ‘Black Friday’ has always sounded to me like the commemoration of a massacre, as opposed to what has become a kind of pseudo national holiday. The way the calendar is structured, an alien new to this planet would think Americans give thanks on Thursday for the unencumbered right to shop on Friday.
For a long time now, I have been reading poetry, but most poems I read I cannot understand. Even when I do believe that I understand, they often fail to move me. My friend Michael has said that of one hundred poems he might come across, ninety-nine of them would be lost on him.