Hello all,
Hope you are all,
fine,
happy and healthy.
Been a bit of a rough,
week,
last week,
for us bleeding heart,
liberal types.
Cold cock,
punch in the face,
the election of,
Trump,
WTF!!!!
but,
rise up,
fight.
I realize,
this is easy for me,
to write, say, think,
I am not an American.
But, I have faith,
in Americans,
just like I did,
in Canadians,
through the dark,
Harper years,
stand tall,
brothers and sisters,
keep up the good fight,
this too shall pass.
Still reeling,
from the election news,
and,
in an attempt to distract,
myself,
I was scrolling,
through,
my Instagram account,
lots of menswear,
lots of cats,
pretty photographs,
very little news,
but,
I do follow,
Rolling Stone,
Mother Jones,
The Advocate,
that kind of stuff,
so I scroll,
and,
I see a picture of,
Leonard Cohen,
and,
and the words,
Leonard Cohen dead at 82.
What??
So I turn to google,
and,
yes, it's true,
Leonard Cohen,
is dead.
Instant sadness.
The month of November,
had been better,
than expected,
I did not,
in spite of,
surgery and waning light,
feel sluggish and blue,
like I often (read always),
feel in November,
I felt good,
sort of,
optimistic,
then the Trump thing,
but after,
freaking out,
I figured this might be,
a turning point,
a historical rallying point,
for breaking down,
and,
maybe even fixing things,
at the very least,
spur people to involvement,
action.
I did not come,
to this on my own,
help from friends,
and people much smarter,
than me,
pointing me in that direction.
There is always hope,
and things are never,
finished.
But, Leonard Cohen,
Dead,
that's hard.
I know he was 82,
he lived a long,
and,
full,
life.
Love, work, music,
sex,
family, work,
legacy,
creation,
words, tunes.
He left us,
a great body of work.
Words polished,
words agonized over,
work,
decades of work.
A man of art,
a man of appetites,
a man of quests,
a man of understanding,
a man of doubts,
a lover of life,
a lover of language,
a lover of women,
by all accounts,
a good friend,
father,
neighbor.
I did not know,
Leonard Cohen,
personally,
we both loved,
this city,
our beautiful ugly,
I did not know him,
but,
I felt he knew me.
My longings,
my desires,
my ambitions,
my failures,
my foibles,
my qualities,
my fears,
my triumphs,
yes,
I felt he knew me,
I felt he knew,
us.
The collectivity,
the common consciousness,
has lost an important,
mind, heart, soul,
we will miss him,
but,
his words,
his music,
his voice.
live on.
Godspeed Mr Cohen,
Goodbye.
Be well my friends,
be kind to each other,
reach out and love, smile.
Later girls,
BB
Author: Bookish Butch
I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream
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