Musing With Leonard Cohen.

There's an honesty to Leonard Cohen that has always impressed me. Even as a teenager first finding my feet in the world of music, testing and tasting, trying to savour as much as possible. He was always the bitter sweet pill that, though most times if at the least pulling at your heart strings, at the best reducing you to tears. 

I foolishly passed on the opportunity to experience him live recently when I saw an advert for his concerts in London in the papers, and failed to go and see him.

This evening I followed up on a whim and sat until the dark hours watching documentaries, concert footage (some from the concert I would have seen if I'd had my head together enough), and recording artists (or media notaries) compare their love, of the man himself.

Sitting here (in my lounge) at times in tears, at times laughing out loud, I remembered what it is, and why it is, I write.

The clipped phrases, the rhythm, the obvious beauty that he finds in his own words. The grace and modesty with which he performs. The stripped down nerve end rawness, the emotion laid bare for you to see and to experience if you can dare to risk the exquisite pain, and the brutal honesty.

I sit here now like a newly flayed nerve ending, raw and exposed, but wanting to write again with passion.

Cold as a new razor blade.

It's so long since I thought of you last.
Red hair shining in the summer sun.
Staring at me with those big green eyes.

I smiled,
At your less than subtle attempts to seduce me.
As if I would resist.

I took your drinks,
As you tried to get me drunk.
Not knowing there was no need to try.

I took your hand,
When you offered yourself to me.
With your suggestion of mutual pleasure.

And I took your heart,
With a graceful ease,
That even now makes me blush.

I never promised you anything,
But never contradicted the hope you showed me.
Just to play the game.

I held your hand walking down the street,
And felt nothing of it.
Even when spotted by someone else.

You offered me your everything,
You did whatever I asked,
When I asked for it.

I took what I wanted from you,
When I felt like it,
Which only fed your delusion.

Did you think introducing me to your mother would change my mind?
I gave you nothing.
You came running back for more.

You begged me to stay,
But I kept my word
And I did what I told I would.

I broke your heart,
And just walked out.

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Dyssing Monadys

To many of you this may appear a trifle late in the day. A couple of weeks ago there was a national dyslexia awareness week.
Many of you may have missed that fact. To most of you it would have meant very little even if you did notice the fact.
It personally meant quiet a bit to me, as I was not personally diagnosed as dyslexic until I was twenty nine and already a mature student at Durham University.
I was a little perturbed the Museum didn't actually do anything during the week in question, or if they did I, much like yourselves, didn't notice it.
Having a special interest I should have perhaps raised the issue myself.
Why am I bringing this to your attention now, you will be wondering?
To share with you what I have been doing for the past two Mondays of this month and what I will be doing next Monday, and the Monday after as well.
I have actually spent the last two weeks travelling over to Old Street, to a bar called The Troy, to spend the evening listening to poets, plays, and watch excerpts from films. All written, performed, directed, and even acted by dyslexics.
As a response to dyslexic awareness week Lennie Varvarides and the Misfits Production company, have produced and populated the Dyssing Monadys festival as a celebration of talented dyslexics from all walks of theatre and literature.
Again why am I waiting until now to bring this to your attention?
Self publicity. Because next Monday yours truly will actually be performing some of his own poetry at the venue in the evening.
Now don't get me wrong this is not the only reason to attend (though from my point of view a very important one), the evening is a pleasant mix of entertainment and well worth the visit even if I were not performing.

I urge you please come along and see or yourselves.

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