Showing posts with label Leonard Cohen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leonard Cohen. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

"Choose You This Day Whom You Will Serve"

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office


“Choose You This Day Whom You Will Serve”

 

“…for whom war was a fresh terror and the corpses of real people…” 

-Matti Friedman, Who by Fire: Leonard Cohen in the Sinai

 

A little child ripped from her dead mother’s arms

          Is not a petition for border adjustments

A grandfather murdered while waiting for the bus

          Is not a parliamentary point of order

Teenagers stripped, raped, beaten, tortured, and shot

          Are not cool chants in a university quad

A rotting fragment of a beheaded baby

          Is not someone’s tee-shirt slogan

An elderly woman still marked from Buchenwald

          Is a child of God, not a bargaining chip

 

No deflections

No whatabouts

No evasions

No excuses

 

No


Choose you this day whom you will serve.

Monday, May 2, 2022

Upon Reading WHO BY FIRE: LEONARD COHEN IN THE SINAI - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Upon Reading Who by Fire: Leonard Cohen in the Sinai

 

Cohen took his soul out into the desert

He may have left part of it there to burn

Upon the sands of war and the sands of time

A chord that echoes in an Egyptian wind

 

As with a corpse-like tank in hull defilade

Or an Uzi rusting among the rocks

The prayers of Yom Kippur in whispers sung

The desert waits for us to worship there

 

Cohen took his soul out into the desert

We should gird our loins and go look for it

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Leonard Cohen - Kensington Avenue

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com


Kensington Avenue

With Leonard gone, who can wear a fedora?

A pilgrimage away from Kensington
Lovers and mountains and islands and words
Questions flung far into the universe
Returned as Alleluias angelic

Or as Comments Constant in lonely rooms
Where Marianne in memories spoke to him
Sometimes upon a wire from otherness
Finishing words about the avenue

Now home from mountains and islands and song -
Perhaps one answer was here all along