Your Wednesday Morning Poetry

Because I'm still in a Canadian state of mind, here's a fitting poem by Leonard Cohen. Read "All There is to Know About Adolph Eichmann" courtesy of the Read A Little Poetry website. 

My Friday Evening Music

I'm surprised I've never posted this before. 

 

 

My Friday Morning Music

Cohen turned out to be a poet of the twenty-first century. 

 

My Morning Morning Music

After last week, I realized my knowledge of music is not infinite. I'm taking a break from mining my mind for obscurities to focus on Leonard Cohen, another artist I discovered while listen to Starbucks soundtracks while serving cappuccinos. No one in college gave a f--k about Cohen.

 

 

Tower of Song's Extended Hours

 

 

Fevers of the Mind extended the deadline for submissions for their latest anthology inspired by the works Leonard Cohen. Click here before Monday. 

Everybody Knows

 

 

Fevers of the Mind is accepting submissions for their latest anthology inspired by the works Leonard Cohen. Click here for more information. 

Your Weekly Dose of God

The best I can come up with after working so much this week. Still Leonard Cohen music is always a good substitute for church music.

Your Weekly Dose of God

Keeping it simple because I need to catch up.

 

My Friday Evening Music

I'm still looking over Leonard Cohen songs, so let's close out the day with one.

My Wednesday Morning Music

I've been thinking about Leonard Cohen songs for a writing prompt, so I wondered if Johnny Cash ever did a cover of Leonard Cohen. Silly me. Of course he did.

Stone Soup Croutons, 7/20/15, Holding Court

Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions captured from poems overheard from Stone Soup's open mic readers and features. This week, I even added a title! I'm not sure why I was reluctant to use titles in the first place. Maybe it had to do with wanting to maintain the purity of the moment and thinking that adding a title the morning after the poem was written was cheating. If that was my argument to myself, I don't buy it now. Moving forward, I will be titling all my future Crouton pieces. Even if I'm not one-hundred-percent sold on this week's title.

Yesterday, we had Lo Galluccio give a great feature performance to what started as a small audience that quickly grew to a diverse group of people both new and endeared to her work. Her open mic "grab bag" meant that people going up to share their work open mic could pick a random rolled up sheet with song lyrics selected by Lo. You didn't know what  you were getting till you got it, and this resulted in some interesting pairings. The ones I remember off the top of  my head were Elvis Costello's "Allison" read by Jonathan J. Joseph, The Beatles' "Come Together" read by Toni Bee and James Van Looy perfectly paired with "Everybody Knows" by Leonard Cohen. This gave me even more to work with, and I was thankful for Toni Bee, who was reluctant to go up but then did her grab bag piece then followed up with an amazing free-style piece about her daughter playing basketball. It was fantastic and helped me put a pleasant spin at the end of this week's poem.  Here it is. Thanks for reading.


Holding Court

From birth our eyes and hands
search for sticks and stones
or bathroom graffiti
or anything that can
strike others.

We yearn for our
descendants' pillboxes,
their placebo salvations.
We think it's all
we the living deserve.