THE WORD IS A BLISTER
The word is a blister
the moonlight produced
the mind went astray
the heart was confused
And nothing was right
and nothing was wrong
the mind was in vain
in love with a song
It was lost in the books
in a quest to be free
but the waves of the mind
is a joke at the sea
So I weep on the shore
and I know to my cost
the incurable word
is a blister of frost.
The word is a blister
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peter danielsen
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Hi Peter
I like this poem very much and I can see Leonard's influence in it.
When I read the 2nd verse I start singing part of ' A Singer must Die'
Did this form a subconscious basis for the 2nd verse? Apologies if I'm totally wrong here and its just me, but I find it a great testament to his work when this happens.
My 'silver tongued lady' poem has the line 'I asked her to hold me' and when I read the poem I nearly divert to Lady Midnight. I thought of changing the line but decided to leave it as without my life long affiliation for Cohen I don't think I would even be writing poetry.
I love the phrase 'a blister of frost'. It creates an intriguing visual image.
Thankyou for the poem.
Pete
I like this poem very much and I can see Leonard's influence in it.
When I read the 2nd verse I start singing part of ' A Singer must Die'
Did this form a subconscious basis for the 2nd verse? Apologies if I'm totally wrong here and its just me, but I find it a great testament to his work when this happens.
My 'silver tongued lady' poem has the line 'I asked her to hold me' and when I read the poem I nearly divert to Lady Midnight. I thought of changing the line but decided to leave it as without my life long affiliation for Cohen I don't think I would even be writing poetry.
I love the phrase 'a blister of frost'. It creates an intriguing visual image.
Thankyou for the poem.
Pete
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peter danielsen
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Intertextuality
Hi Pete
Thanks for the kind reply on this little text.
I wrote it listening to L.C's song the law, where there is a verse that goes :
"now my hearts like a blister
from doing what I do
if the moon has a sister
its got to be you
Im gonna miss you forever
though its not what I've planned
theres a law
theres an arm
theres a hand"
I love this song very much, it seems to be comming back to me again and again, as do many of Cohens songs. They live in the heart, they are mountains that come to the soul with fire and blessings
Now, in "the law", the longing seems to be creating a blister in the speakers heart. In my text I tried to describe what happens to the mind when one realizes that its really not the heart that has become a blister, but the word itself. This is the moment when the real dispair covers the heart. The very word, the very language, which were meant to be the tool that could release the heart, this word, this language, is a blister. And so the mind will remain lost, and the heart will remain confused.
When Leonard Cohen sings :
Your vision was right
my vision was wrong
Im sorry for smudging
the air with my song
I also rhime on wrong and song. The point in Cohens song is probably the bitter 'confession' of a poet accused by the critics. My text does not speak out such an honest confession, it just speaks of the awful experience of lostness. The mind and the heart cannot come up with any frame to guide the existence.
Thanks for the kind reply on this little text.
I wrote it listening to L.C's song the law, where there is a verse that goes :
"now my hearts like a blister
from doing what I do
if the moon has a sister
its got to be you
Im gonna miss you forever
though its not what I've planned
theres a law
theres an arm
theres a hand"
I love this song very much, it seems to be comming back to me again and again, as do many of Cohens songs. They live in the heart, they are mountains that come to the soul with fire and blessings
Now, in "the law", the longing seems to be creating a blister in the speakers heart. In my text I tried to describe what happens to the mind when one realizes that its really not the heart that has become a blister, but the word itself. This is the moment when the real dispair covers the heart. The very word, the very language, which were meant to be the tool that could release the heart, this word, this language, is a blister. And so the mind will remain lost, and the heart will remain confused.
When Leonard Cohen sings :
Your vision was right
my vision was wrong
Im sorry for smudging
the air with my song
I also rhime on wrong and song. The point in Cohens song is probably the bitter 'confession' of a poet accused by the critics. My text does not speak out such an honest confession, it just speaks of the awful experience of lostness. The mind and the heart cannot come up with any frame to guide the existence.
