“Villanelle For Our Time”
Dear readers, if you are inclined, please read this magnificent piece, written by Leonard Cohen, a truly inspiring poem, displaying all of his brilliant craftsmanship.
From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.
The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.
Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.
Damn, and double Ouchie, !! Dear readers, this is the best I can do today, re-post an old poem, from the last time I had an occipital neuralgia flare up. My world is blurry, my eyes are sore, and my brain is going to explode… soon. Sorry this is all too hard for me….
Hi dear readers , it’s only 8.30pm
here and I’m in bed now. I’m not well, my occipital neuralgia has flared up badly . All I can do is rest, so I’ll be lying low for a few days (or more). Hope you all have a good weekend
Weekly Word Prompt : This week’s word prompt is : Perspective.
This is an old poem of mine, The poem “Inside Out”, is more just a rhyme and a play on a few featured words. Over the road from were I once lived, there was a furniture shop, and the advertising hoarding was, “Inside Out, Exotic Furniture”, well I was sitting there waiting for the bus, and in my minds imagination, I changed the the words to “Inside-out, Upside-down, Erotic Furniture”, and hence my little anecdote was laid…. with a totally different perspective..
Today is the 2nd Anniversary of Leonard Cohen’s passing, and to celebrated the occasion I’m attending a tribute show in Ballarat tonight.
My post here today is basically a repeat of an article I wrote last year, about Leonard Cohen. Of course there has been many stories written about the great man, and I don’t think I’m qualified to elaborate on his life story. This time last year, Canada held a grand Tribute Concert for Leonard Cohen, in Montreal, I’ll attach a link >> > Here . Another one of favourite’s, Leonard Cohen, Dance Me To The End Of Love, European Tour, Live recorded at Velodromo De Anoeta, Spain, 20th May 1988, a link >>> Here. If you have the time to watch these videos, I’m certain you’ll enjoy, I personally thoroughly recommend both of them.
The featured photo above is of my first two Vinyl LP’s by Leonard. On the right, “Songs Of Leonard Cohen” 1967, and on the left, the famous photo of Marianne on the cover of his second Album, “Songs From A Room” 1969. Marianne died 3 months before Leonard Cohen, and here is a piece of what he wrote to her just before she passed. “our bodies are falling apart and I think I will follow you very soon. Know that I am so close behind you that if you stretch out your hand, I think you can reach mine.” * And below the return letter, that was published on The Leonard Cohen Facebook site, after he had passed, November 7th 2019.
*Wikipedia, Leonard Cohen.
And now I’m feeling quite emotional, and all my friends on WordPress will be saying, “Ivor will be crying now”, and yes, they’re right too. Best I move on to a few of my favourite songs(all his songs are my favourites), from his first LP, “One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong”
And I think it’s appropriate that I choose a song from his last Album, which was released only a month before Leonard passed at the age of 83, “You Want It Darker”, and the stand-out track for me is, “If I Didn’t Have Your Love”, the lyrics are superbly sublime.
There’s so much more I would like to write, but I’ll leave that up to the Biographers. I shall mention a favourite poem of mine, also written by Leonard late in his life, a reasonably long poem, but well worth the read, “Happens To The Heart”, a link >>>Here. In closing below is an article, also posted on The Leonard Cohen Facebook site, by his son Adam.
As some of you might remember, my past blog parties have been total smashes! I really enjoyed meeting new bloggers and I know you guys did too!
So, I thought, let’s do it again!
For those of you who are not aware what a blog party is let me break it down. Generally speaking, a blog party is an online gathering for bloggers of all kinds to meet and engage with one another.
Here are some simple rules:
First off, everyone is welcome to participate in this Blog Party (even if you do not currently follow me, although I would LOVE it if you did!) -> If you are a new follower of my blog, say hi and let me know so that I remember to drop by your blog and check you out.
Leave a Comment! Say hi and tell us who you are and what your blog…
I’ve been reading Carolyn’s article/post of, doesitevenmatter, about “More Than A Few Good Men”, it is a truly lovely read. Her words inspired me to post this song by an Australian group, Hunters And collectors, called “What’s A Few Men”
Hunters & Collectors Lyrics
“What’s A Few Men?”
The colonel said “these bodies stink wont someone come and drag them away”
we try to clean them up but they mow us down
and the English colonel looks the other way
oh the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
well I ran for the trench but I had no time to speak
well my heart said yes
but my head said no
when the English colonel said “its time to go”
He said “Whats a few men?”
He said “Whats a few men?”
He said “Whats a few men?”
The colonel’s job is never done
So he declares timeout on Christmas Day
We held the enemy in our arms
and we ploughed each others dead into the clay
well the Lord said death will be no longer
and all of these things will pass away
there will be no sorrow and there will be no pain
and we’ll swap cigarettes on Christmas day
well my heart said yes
but my head said no
when the English colonel said “its time to go”
He said “Whats a few men?”
He said “Whats a few men?”
He said “Whats a few men?”
Dear Stephanie: No one connects here, and no matter
how resolutely we trudge forward, ignoring spinal fusions
and attacking hearts, the line skips lightly ahead, mocking us,
I think, in that way only the ineffable may claim. Looking
out, I see a lone wren, clouds filtering the stars, and strands
of barbed wire looped like question marks around cedar
stumps, punctuating the day’s greeting. No answers there,
only more inquiries blanching under the sun. But this
is my febrile landscape, not your lush green headed by
gray. Nothing matters, or, everything’s imperative.
In this gnarled season I can’t tell which, although
the vulture ripping into a squirrel carcass on my
suburban front lawn tells me something ain’t quite
right. Full or empty, the glass is still a glass, despite
my propensity for seeking more, whether cava or beer or yes, enlightenment. I…