Volume 75, Number 21 | October 12 - 18, 2005

Notebook

Keep the Sabbath

By Andrei Codrescu

Years ago, my friend Myron Katz, gave me this advice: “Keep the Sabbath.” That’s all. He said he didn’t care what I thought about religion, whether I did anything ritual like prayer, song, or meditation. The only thing that mattered was keeping the Sabbath. Over time I’ve come to agree with Myron. If you can, and almost anybody can, try to take off a whole day to do nothing. Don’t answer the phone, don’t write newspaper columns, make no big decisions, give yourself slack.

The poet Allen Ginsberg put it another way, “Be kind to yourself, Harry.” Take one day of the week and be kind to yourself. Don’t drive yourself where you don’t want to go, don’t drive yourself insane, don’t drive. Look out with half-closed lids at the tree or the building across the street, stay unfocused, unintentional, indeterminate. Let everything flow through you like it’s water or wind, don’t stop it with thoughts, ideas or judgments; don’t try to figure out how it fits in your five-year plan. For one day a week forget pedagogy, self-incrimination, disapproval, political rage. Let it be a cliché if it has to, but just let it. It’s the Sabbath.

Something or other is going on on earth, under the earth, on top of the earth; maybe it’s leaves falling or new catastrophes brewing, but whatever they are you’re only just a stick of flesh holding on to your Sabbath. They’ll be back tomorrow, the bills, the troubles, and the work. Today you’re on sabbatical and there is nothing they can do to you if you don’t invite them. The sabbatical, like Myron said, doesn’t have to be justified. God took his on the seventh day to be alone not because he wanted to be bothered by prayers, incense, lamentations and pleas. He was hoping that you’d do the same, that’s all.

If for one day a week every creature looked after itself without worrying about anything else, creation would become instantly self-evident and there’d be no need to fix everything. All that said, there are people who don’t have the luxury of a day off. They have to dig themselves out of rubble, tend to a wound, swim for life or get down from a tree. O.K., but when they’ve dug out and haven’t died they should keep the Sabbath. All suffering can wait.


www.codrescu.com, www.corpse.org

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