anthem - leonard cohen
"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.
Ah 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 that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
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 ...
You can add up the parts
but 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
That's how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, 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."
The birds were singing when I went to bed this morning. The party I went to last night had a fascinating meld of academics, activists and artists, and lots of other folk who I didn't talk to. I really get excited by environments that allow strangers to briefly enter each other's lives.
I also really like the smell of fresh henna. Janelle and I started on the tube I got in Jerusalem tonight.
I also finished a children's novel, "One More River." It was a hard read, about being a Canadian-Israeli in Israel during the 1967 war. It scares me when I read about good people getting caught up in war-making, even just ficitional people. Because fiction (of course) has so much truth. It's also a book to make one reflect on hate and enmity. And then I ask, who is my enemy? Uncomfortable answers, though interesting.
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.
Ah 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 that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
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 ...
You can add up the parts
but 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
That's how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, 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."
The birds were singing when I went to bed this morning. The party I went to last night had a fascinating meld of academics, activists and artists, and lots of other folk who I didn't talk to. I really get excited by environments that allow strangers to briefly enter each other's lives.
I also really like the smell of fresh henna. Janelle and I started on the tube I got in Jerusalem tonight.
I also finished a children's novel, "One More River." It was a hard read, about being a Canadian-Israeli in Israel during the 1967 war. It scares me when I read about good people getting caught up in war-making, even just ficitional people. Because fiction (of course) has so much truth. It's also a book to make one reflect on hate and enmity. And then I ask, who is my enemy? Uncomfortable answers, though interesting.
posted by dm at 11:15 PM
1 Comments:
Somehow, strangers who briefly enter each other's lives are so much more interesting when they are artists, activists, and academics. Computer scientists and engineers, however...
(Disclaimer to the public at large: I am part of this illustrious community, and so can disparage them to the fullest extent. ;)
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