12-28-2016, 12:21 AM
World War 3, or Mrs. Miller's Son
0 - Another Stranger Song
Did Leonard Cohen weep, when he heard
what happened here -- what happened there --
the man's so Zen
I don't think he went to heaven.
I don't think he needed God
when he cried out Hallelujah
on nine/eleven --
he cried out of posterity.
It's the Chelsea Hotel
he missed, when the bell
tolled for him, when he sank
deep into Abraham's bosom --
2 - Reply to a Postcard
How could you
walking dead on red slaver dew
still smell blue
when that cold infernal breath
you call a taut string death
snaps at Jew
and laughs?
Neck and neck,
some greater horror waits for me,
I'm sure. Shot in the head, at least you
had a Fanni and her fanny too
to comfort you -- while I,
I'm far too young.
1 - Duino Castle
He grasped and let go, chose and achieved, but you,
you grasped and gave, held on and stole
some minute portion of the glory for yourself,
not caring about the other. Distant, all you did
was fear, or weep, or wave with cleverness --
all we did. But hearing again God's call
and wrestling with his angel, now I see: there are the men
who do the deeds, and then there are the men
who tell them. Like you, I shan't sing fact
when the heroes are revealed, when these ravening rivers
of righteous men and clowns are drowned in gas:
distant, I will paint the picture of another Samson
tearing down the pillars of Satan's tomb
then show it as truth to the rising dead.
3 - Woodstock in Taguig
Tell me when it's time to march --
I will not march.
Show me what you're fighting for --
I will not march.
Give me your thoughts, give me your feelings --
I understand, and will not march.
Fill me with hope, teach me with love --
all the more, I will not march.
Threaten me with steel and flame --
I will not march.
Witness: on the road to Yasgur's farm,
Capitol Hill, Malacanang,
a black thing lies --
for what is stardust,
billion-year-old carbon,
but some ugly lump of coal?
White heat! White, lying heat --
[I strung this up after failing to attend a certain protest. Hoping to get something out of all this, especially as this all feels kinda right --- yet reads kinda wrong. I guess the emotions of that season got to me so strongly (it was around November 8!) that I just can't judge this right.]
0 - Another Stranger Song
Did Leonard Cohen weep, when he heard
what happened here -- what happened there --
the man's so Zen
I don't think he went to heaven.
I don't think he needed God
when he cried out Hallelujah
on nine/eleven --
he cried out of posterity.
It's the Chelsea Hotel
he missed, when the bell
tolled for him, when he sank
deep into Abraham's bosom --
2 - Reply to a Postcard
How could you
walking dead on red slaver dew
still smell blue
when that cold infernal breath
you call a taut string death
snaps at Jew
and laughs?
Neck and neck,
some greater horror waits for me,
I'm sure. Shot in the head, at least you
had a Fanni and her fanny too
to comfort you -- while I,
I'm far too young.
1 - Duino Castle
He grasped and let go, chose and achieved, but you,
you grasped and gave, held on and stole
some minute portion of the glory for yourself,
not caring about the other. Distant, all you did
was fear, or weep, or wave with cleverness --
all we did. But hearing again God's call
and wrestling with his angel, now I see: there are the men
who do the deeds, and then there are the men
who tell them. Like you, I shan't sing fact
when the heroes are revealed, when these ravening rivers
of righteous men and clowns are drowned in gas:
distant, I will paint the picture of another Samson
tearing down the pillars of Satan's tomb
then show it as truth to the rising dead.
3 - Woodstock in Taguig
Tell me when it's time to march --
I will not march.
Show me what you're fighting for --
I will not march.
Give me your thoughts, give me your feelings --
I understand, and will not march.
Fill me with hope, teach me with love --
all the more, I will not march.
Threaten me with steel and flame --
I will not march.
Witness: on the road to Yasgur's farm,
Capitol Hill, Malacanang,
a black thing lies --
for what is stardust,
billion-year-old carbon,
but some ugly lump of coal?
White heat! White, lying heat --
[I strung this up after failing to attend a certain protest. Hoping to get something out of all this, especially as this all feels kinda right --- yet reads kinda wrong. I guess the emotions of that season got to me so strongly (it was around November 8!) that I just can't judge this right.]

