I’ve had a thought
To save the world
It entitles something rare
But then I thought
This could be quite risky
I’m small and I easily scare
But ‘NO’ I thought
I’ve the answer to all
Of how one makes things better
So I must stand tall
As the world needs help
So I’ll write my thoughts down in a letter
I addressed to the man
Of whom I should find
To help me on my quest
But I sent the letter
Three months ago
So perhaps he’s taking a rest
I’ll just try again
To save the world
As I’m sure I know what to do
But this time I’ll speak
To listening ears
And I’ll ask for some input too
So I wrote my plan
On the back of my hand
And made sure not to wash it away
But that night as I slept
It must have rubbed off
As my hand was clean the next day
That would be have been fine
If I knew what I’d thought
But the thought that I had was now gone
So all I can do
Is wait for that thought
To put right in the world what went wrong.
My dad is in mourning today, Leonard Cohen was his man, his inspiration, his soul brother. I grew up listening to Leonard in the car, at home… basically whenever my dad had control over the sound system (it was the 90’s!), Leonard (or The Beatles) was playing.
We’ve lost some incredible artists this year (my god, what a year!), many have shaped my early poetic experiences, I remember writing down David Bowie lyrics as a kid, to read over and over as the mystery settled me, helping me to to make sense of my own confusions. Not that any sense was ever made, there is often no sense, but Bowie and Prince shared a part of themselves that allowed others to feel… to feel raw, to feel sexy, to feel human.
I am so grateful that people share their soul with the world. A life without creative expression would be… oh I dunno, shit. It would be dark and dismal and controlled and rotten and stagnant.. yep, just really really shit. It is sad when people depart the physical world but thank god for their existence! Today I want to praise Leonard Cohen, to thank him for the passion he still brings out in my dad and the millions of others he’s consoled, ignited and inspired. I want to rejoice in the courage that people have to bare themselves in such open and heartfelt ways. To go against the grain, to believe that their voice is worthy and deserves to be heard.
Being an artist can be risky and challenging and some days you feel like ‘what is the fucking point’ but today I feel, now more than ever, the world needs more artists and sharers of their soul. I am SO GRATEFUL to myself for the guts to pursue my love of writing and no longer listening to the voice of ‘No you can’t’ that rang so loud for so many years. I am SO GRATEFUL for the risk takers who fought so hard to dismantle barriers that silenced so many creative voices. I am SO GRATEFUL for anyone who reads this and is expressing their passions, creating art in their way, whatever that may be as the world needs your magic… to create is magic.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I started this blog to write a book. I thought it would inspire me everyday to upload chapter by chapter, completing a rough first draft. Well that was about 9 months ago and although I’ve been inspired to write, my storytelling has taken on different forms since I began sharing on this blog, my imagination has pushed boundaries I didn’t even know I accommodated! BUT… I haven’t written my book.
That gonna change! The fear of commitment towards writing a full-blown-big-scary-word-count novel has been the stumbling block (oh who am I kidding, there’s a whole pool of fears regarding writing a book). I wrote a full-length play when I was doing my Masters degree in Creative Writing and it literally dragged my bones across a spiky floor, the process was brutal. There I go again, feeling the fear before I even begin!
So beginning today I am working on the book again and I have to say I’m a little excited to be pushing myself. This year has been much to do with healing and recovery regarding my mental health but now things are feeling a little more manageable (I’ll always be a little crazy but I’m learning to love that about myself, besides A) who isn’t? and B) normal is a stupid word that makes no sense in my book, literally in my book as no ‘normal’ character exists). So I’ve signed up for NaNoWriMo (writing a book in a month).. Ok so we’re 8 days into November, but thats OK… I’m fashionably late.
I’m just putting this out there, more for my benefit really. GO.TEAM.ME!