Monday, March 23, 2020
Please Be With Me, Eric Clapton
Oh my word, what does it mean?
Is it love or is it me
That makes me change so suddenly?
Looking out, feeling free.
Sit here lying in my bed,
Wondering what it was I'd said
That made me think I'd lost my head,
When I knew I lost my heart instead.
Won't you please read my signs, be a gypsy.
Tell me what I hope to find deep within me.
Because you can find my mind, please be with me.
Of all the better things I've heard,
Loving you has made the words
And all the rest seem so absurd,
'Cause in the end it all comes out, I'm sure.
Won't you please read my signs, be a gypsy.
Tell me what I hope to find deep within me.
Because you can find my mind, please be with me
Loneliness, Scott Cohen
Loneliness
by: Scott Cohen
Here I am, alone in my room, feeling lonely.
Loneliness is horrible. This is an objective
statement. Sometimes I think to objectify
something means to isolate myself from it.
Sometimes when I’m alone I think of you.
You do not seem the type that is ever alone.
I don’t feel like watching television or
listening to the radio. There’s no one
around to visit. I think I may read Genet’s
Our Lady of the Flowers a bit later. I owe
Jack a letter but I don’t feel like writing
one now. I’m sure that right now, at this
very moment, thousands of people are feeling
pretty lonely. The knowledge of this is not
very consoling. I have read about lots of
famous men who have spent their lives in
solitude. This isn’t very consoling either.
I wonder if there really is something con-
soling to a lonely man. That is, besides
another person. To distract myself I’ve
written out the line “In the abalone shell
lives the abalone.” I’m not sure what an
abalone is except that it has the word
“alone” in it and sounds just like “lonely.”
It must really be lonely inside the abalone
shell. This is not an objective statement.
I once read that if you think long enough
about something, you yourself start to take
on the characteristics of that thing. Maybe
I should think of a crowd having a great time.
But I am thinking about you again. We are
having a great time, only I’m feeling sentimental.
I’m willing to bet the abalone is not
a very sentimental animal. Webster’s New
World Dictionary lists an abalone as a sea
mollusk with an oval shell perforated along
the rim and lined with mother-of-pearl. The
word preceding abalone in Webster’s is abaft,
which is the rear or stern of a ship. I
already know the lonely feeling one gets
aboard a ship, standing at the stern, late
at night, watching the stars drift by. Two
words down from abalone is the word abandon.
by: Scott Cohen
Here I am, alone in my room, feeling lonely.
Loneliness is horrible. This is an objective
statement. Sometimes I think to objectify
something means to isolate myself from it.
Sometimes when I’m alone I think of you.
You do not seem the type that is ever alone.
I don’t feel like watching television or
listening to the radio. There’s no one
around to visit. I think I may read Genet’s
Our Lady of the Flowers a bit later. I owe
Jack a letter but I don’t feel like writing
one now. I’m sure that right now, at this
very moment, thousands of people are feeling
pretty lonely. The knowledge of this is not
very consoling. I have read about lots of
famous men who have spent their lives in
solitude. This isn’t very consoling either.
I wonder if there really is something con-
soling to a lonely man. That is, besides
another person. To distract myself I’ve
written out the line “In the abalone shell
lives the abalone.” I’m not sure what an
abalone is except that it has the word
“alone” in it and sounds just like “lonely.”
It must really be lonely inside the abalone
shell. This is not an objective statement.
I once read that if you think long enough
about something, you yourself start to take
on the characteristics of that thing. Maybe
I should think of a crowd having a great time.
But I am thinking about you again. We are
having a great time, only I’m feeling sentimental.
I’m willing to bet the abalone is not
a very sentimental animal. Webster’s New
World Dictionary lists an abalone as a sea
mollusk with an oval shell perforated along
the rim and lined with mother-of-pearl. The
word preceding abalone in Webster’s is abaft,
which is the rear or stern of a ship. I
already know the lonely feeling one gets
aboard a ship, standing at the stern, late
at night, watching the stars drift by. Two
words down from abalone is the word abandon.
night meditation,melancholy
(another night)
in this clear night
so many stars in this sky
many died a very long time ago
but their light reaches us,
voices of our ancestry-
we living ,we are so tiny
and inside so wide,
filled with mystery,
related to all all beings
a night bird flutters
in the bushes, a sound
in this holy silence
you are me, tat tvam asi,
and i feel what i know,
nobody here is alone
and you, from far, fall into me
where i carry my sadness,
why can we not cross borders
not unveil the webs
in which we are clothed
and sing from our essence
sing to sleep and to wake
with grace and a smile
this smile of a child
astonished again each day,
when life is what it is:
a wonder
what else is love
but to recognize each other
and to find a child
i wished so much
you could bring a lightness
to my clumsy ways
and i'd have given
my warmth into your
so often tortured soul
now all melts together
and i feel all those
confined to prisons, camps
bomb shelters, hospitals,
to their flats in the cities.
in this time of a plague
none is alone,
we share this longing
for completeness, for healing
in this twisted world,
we sit with our demon
and with our beauty.
what then is liberty?
to open the window,
to change perception,
joy discovered inside
allowed to run free
like a horse in the fields
to let go
and to start again
in innocence
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