Leonard Cohen

Thank you to Jean Marc Robert – Art et Technique for sending me pics of this wonderful Leonard Cohen mural found in Montreal!

I have wanted this in my collection since the moment I laid eyes on a photo of it.

JMR also took pics of other art, which will be posted anon(ish).

JMR – “As for the one of Leonard Cohen, first I passed by without noticing it, being on the side of the street close to it, and it is up above surroundings. I guess if you look up you would see part of it. So I walked to de Maisonneuve street to see it and then come back to take pics on the other side, I did took also the Nick – Auf der Maur street sign, he was a long time city councillor. I think of the same area where lived Cohen, but not sure.”

I’m so thrilled, I just had to draw Boogapony Holly, as Suzanne. “She’s wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters”

Boogapony Holly character © Resa McConaghy & Holly Rene Hunter

Since January 16, 2018

THANK YOU – Jean Marc Robert

Share the Light

Our friend Francina – Poetry and Art wrote a post, Share the Light .

To view Francina’s post, click on pic!

Francina asks, “Why don’t we all share the light as a sign of hope? We can do this by posting for instance an image of a candle, a lamp, the light of a lighthouse etc. etc. in a blog post with the heading: Share the Light.”

 Many of our blog pals have posted a “Share the Light” and Francina has reblogged them. I hope more join in with a post, and don’t forget to link to Francina’s blog!

She quotes the refrain from Leonard Cohen’s ANTHEM (1982) For those who don’t know it, here is the poet, himself. His opening statement also applies today.

 

ANTHEM
The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be
Yeah the wars they will
Be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
Bought and sold
And bought again
The dove is never free
Ring the bells (ring the bells) that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That’s how the light gets in
We asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see
I can’t run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
A thundercloud
And they’re going to hear from me
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That’s how the light gets in
You can add up the parts
You won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart to love will come
But like a refugee
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That’s how the light gets in
Ring the bells that still can ring (ring the bells that still can ring)
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in
With permission (required) from the photographer © Paul Orenstein.