I did not expect this. When I got the package in the mail, it definitely felt like a CD. But when I ripped open the packaging, instead of being some self-consciously retro art or a picture of guys in black looking depressed, who should be staring me down but Rav Kook.
This is the music of Greg Wall’s Later Prophets — which I wrote about a few months ago on Nextbook, but hadn’t yet heard the album, which comes out this week. Back then, I said that Rav Kook was
known more for his mystical teachings than his poetry, an omission that probably comes more from the poemsâ€™ esoteric nature than from a lack of quality. But HaOrot aims to change that. By placing his poems in a 1960s spoken-word contextâ€”crashing free-jazz piano, high-hat-intensive drums, words purred into the mic like Allen Ginsberg describing his latest otherworldly visionâ€”Wall and Marmorstein recast Kookâ€™s words in the context of a more contemporary poetry, effectively mirroring their religious journey in the other direction.
Well, now we’ve got the album, and it’s a doozy. From the chill jazz of “The One Who Seeks the Good” to the the spaced-out noise experiments on “From a Distant World,” HaOrot endeavors to be faithful to Kook’s poetry while not being limited by it. How many poetry tributes have instrumental tracks, after all? A bass carries the melody of the wordless niggun on “Rav Kook’s Melody,” a kind of restrained intensity that finally — and passionately — bursts loose almost halfway through the six-minute track. The language switches between English and Hebrew, sometimes between songs and sometimes line by line, so your brain is always lurching forward to catch up with the pieces. At the same time, the music itself is so fine-tuned and resonant that it almost dares the listener not to keep up, to relax and let the sounds work their magic on you — so that, even if you don’t understand everything fully, you’re still hit with the full brunt of it.
Rav Kook himself — you can find out more about his life here, or his teachings here — was the product of an intermarriage: his father’s family were all great Lithuanian rabbis; his mother’s family were great Hasidic rabbis. His own school of thought borrowed significantly from both philosophies: there is both immense discipline and immense creativity.