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Sunny and cold today. Last night, the wind took the last of the leaves from the limbs of the tree outside my office window.

This is the ninth year I have watched that tree shed its leaves.

As of tomorrow, it will have been one full month since I finished writing "Antedivulian Homesick Blues" and one month since I've written anything. We came home from Manhattan on the 20th, and there was all that proofreading (Agents of Dreamland and Dear Sweet Filthy World) and there was the election. Now, it's aftermath of the election and the attendant uncertainty. I'm in mourning, as are so many others. But I'm still alive, and I have to keep writing, because there's nothing else in this shitty, broken, wicked world that I can do.

And Leonard Cohen has died. This year is determined to take everyone I love. Cohen was one of the people who taught me the meaning of poetry and song, and there is a little bit of him in everything I have ever written.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast

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davesmusictank
Nov. 11th, 2016 03:49 pm (UTC)
I heard this on the radio this morning. Just so sad.
papersteven
Nov. 11th, 2016 04:29 pm (UTC)
I woke up to the news of Cohen's death, listened to Famous Blue Raincoat, and shed a couple of tears. The final line of this entry makes it a but easier to take.
ladyblue56
Nov. 11th, 2016 09:21 pm (UTC)
Agree, the final line does make it a bit easier to bear knowing his influence on Caitlin's writing.
ladyblue56
Nov. 11th, 2016 09:25 pm (UTC)
This has been a year of great loss, personal and public. Your last sentence about his influence on your work I find to be comforting. Thank you for that moment of grace.

If not for my children I think I would feel like lying down and stop breathing. The thought of what else is to come feels heavy and overwhelming. But, I keep on going forward and onward in my small world and pull my loved ones closer (almost housebound but still able to drive short distances of 2 miles or less to do errands).
Francine Hibiscus Rossi
Nov. 11th, 2016 09:26 pm (UTC)
Sobbed over Cohen's death last night, too many songs running through my head. He was in a good place, and at peace. We should all be so blessed.
sovay
Nov. 11th, 2016 10:04 pm (UTC)
But I'm still alive, and I have to keep writing, because there's nothing else in this shitty, broken, wicked world that I can do.

I am glad you will.

This year is determined to take everyone I love.

It is a bad year. His memory for a blessing and his poetry in your words.
esanko
Nov. 12th, 2016 07:08 am (UTC)
We are doomed
With all this seriousness (I am a long time "lurker" on this site- 7 years- just trying to be silly- love you Aunt Beast) I just have one question:

Do Zombies poop?
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