CHAPTER TWO - Leonard Cohen
WEEK ONE. conversation by clair and brid
"It's four in the morning, the end of December, I'm writing you now just to see if you're better". lenoard cohen
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after being in my new nest for 2 weeks i brought a table from the car boot sale and got my record player out for the first time in many years. the first album i played on it was 'songs of love and hate'. what sincere company.
how many 4 o clocks in the morning do we see?...many less than 4 o clocks in the afternoon i would imagine...
ive often consisered which is the loneliest hour of the night, and i think lenoard cohen has it pinned...4 o clock being far enough away from the late bars and far enough away from peoples beginning of day.
on occasion that i find myself in 4 o clocks company i might remember him.
'the 4 o clock dawning that woke up the wanting'... nice... are we free of wanting when we are asleep?...or is it that we are just not aware of it and instead it filters into dreams and is perhapes remembered to us only when we awaken?
sleeping is such a mystery...im just thinking about whether there are any animals who do not sleep...i think some fish sleep with half a brain at once ...i was always curious, as a child, when my goldfish slept, because she never seem to stop swimming...
i love that...the bit about dreaming allowing each one of us to be quitely and safely insane every night of our lives.
its pretty freeform its true, i recollected my own dreams this morning with a degree of astonishment..!
im writing to you now. a letter. carried from my home to yours.
all those lost handwritten words and letters, sent instead, by electronics.
but actaully, thinking about it, i did send two letters this week. to my mum and my auntie. its a real pleasure because i have some special and lovely paper and envelopes and some equally lovely stickers. and feathers.
when i went to post them i asked the man in the post office if he has any stamps with flowers on them. looking a bit perplexed he pulled out some starwars looking ones. all black and gray. i said that they werent very flowering and then he remembered he had some animal ones. they were as cute as flowers and i so chose the polar bear one. all white.
thinking about it is also sent a letter to lenoard cohen once. full of poems. i notice he hasnt got back to me. how rude ;)
Communities are realising the strength of their voice and the need for inclusion.
'i think we should invent another currency that belongs to common people and let the commercial banks deal with their currency'
good work brid, couldnt agree more. nicely said. could the currency be love?