The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask
the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass.
And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite,
and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night.O come with me my little one, we will find that farm
and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm.
And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am,
O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb.With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world.
We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky,
and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.— from Leonard Cohen’s song ‘Stories of the Street’
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do you post his poem in light of the prior ‘good conservatives post’?
Not I.
I like Leonard.
I too like Leonard. A lot. Though, reading his lyrics here made me recall something Nirvana sung once:
Or Mecury Rev:
knowing you as I do you are just a tease, as as you have given up reading for Lent I guess I’ll have to wait fourty days for a reply. (or discuss in person)
One hand of hexagram and 1 hand and human everyone of balance of girl
I of the desired well call the world.
As for us therefore it is small at interstellar space, it is large therefore vis-a-vis the sky,
and it is lost during crowding of the subway which tries the fact that I catch your eye.