The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
A New Yorker who stood up against bullies.
The people of New York standing up against bullies. The Post-It Project.
Overheard in the 14th St station: “You wanna stop and write your feelings? Hey !@#$%^ tell the world how you feel!”
On the platform a woman was singing “Hallelujah” in a way that honored Leonard Cohen while wiping the floor with his version. (In the immediate aftermath of the US presidential election Leonard Cohen, Leon Russell, and Sharon Jones have died.)
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November 28th, 2016 at 15:47
To my regret, I didn’t know Leonard Cohen’s work while he was still alive. Making up for lost time, I’ve recently been listening to the songs, reading articles, watching decades-old interviews of him, particularly those during and after his Zen monastery period, which gave me a glimpse into his humility, generosity of spirit, and deep insight into the human condition. To the most intrusive questions, he replied with a remarkable mix of candor, dignity, and grace. His talk-singing of Hallelujah (at a 1985 concert, not the original album version) conveyed a weary masculinity and melancholy that I found moving, but like most people, my favorite versions are Jeff Buckley’s and kd lang’s. Yesterday I listened to his recently-released You Want It Darker, and was struck by the grim beauty of the lyrics, the intertwining of the spiritual and sensual, and the creative energy of the 82-year old man who wrote them in what turned out to be the last months of his life. This one I’ve listened to over and over:
TREATY
I’ve seen you change the water into wine
I’ve seen you change it back to water too
I sit at your table every night
I try but I just don’t get high with you
I wish there was a treaty we could sign
I do not care who takes this bloody hill
I’m angry and I’m tired all the time
I wish there was a treaty
I wish there was a treaty
Between your love and mine
They’re dancing in the street, it’s Jubilee
We sold ourselves for love but now we’re free
I’m so sorry for that ghost I made you be
Only one of us was real and that was me
I haven’t said a word since you’ve been gone
That any liar couldn’t say as well
I just can’t believe the static coming on
You were my ground, my safe and sound
You were my aerial
The fields are crying out, it’s Jubilee
We sold ourselves for love but now we’re free
I’m so sorry for that ghost I made you be
Only one of us was real and that was me
I heard the snake was baffled by his sin
He shed his scales to find the snake within
But born again is born without a skin
The poison enters into everything
And I wish there was a treaty we could sign
I do not care who takes this bloody hill
I’m angry and I’m tired all the time
I wish there was a treaty
I wish there was a treaty
Between your love and mine
(String Reprise)
I wish there was a treaty we could sign
It’s over now, the water and the wine
We were broken then but now we’re borderline
And I wish there was a treaty,
I wish there was a treaty
Between your love and mine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU5FPAR7ass&index=2&list=PL4SnPCOcKRxZzfa0Mn8y32mr2AR6hOqMx
Hope you write a post on him, Jessica.