{"id":230,"date":"2016-12-16T05:59:16","date_gmt":"2016-12-16T05:59:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/?p=230"},"modified":"2016-12-16T05:59:16","modified_gmt":"2016-12-16T05:59:16","slug":"goodbye-to-leonard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/?p=230","title":{"rendered":"Goodbye to Leonard"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u2013 Leonard Cohen<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>These lyrics\u00a0seem to be saying, &#8220;I\u2019m ready to serve my Lord&#8221;. As I contemplated the words, I realized they\u2019re from the perspective of Jesus Christ.<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The Picture<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This is my tribute and farewell\u00a0to Leonard Cohen. After doing my best to draw his\u00a0likeness, I drew almost unconsciously, while his music played. Leonard\u00a0tips his hat and says, \u201cBut you&#8217;ll be hearing from me baby, long after I&#8217;m gone\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>You Want It Darker<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>If you are the dealer, I&#8217;m out of the game<br \/>\nIf you are the healer, it means I&#8217;m broken and lame<br \/>\nIf thine is the glory then mine must be the shame<br \/>\nYou want it darker<br \/>\nWe kill the flame<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name<br \/>\nVilified, crucified, in the human frame<br \/>\nA million candles burning for the help that never came<br \/>\nYou want it darker<\/p>\n<p>Hineni, hineni<br \/>\nI&#8217;m ready, my lord<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a lover in the story<br \/>\nBut the story&#8217;s still the same<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a lullaby for suffering<br \/>\nAnd a paradox to blame<br \/>\nBut it&#8217;s written in the scriptures<br \/>\nAnd it&#8217;s not some idle claim<br \/>\nYou want it darker<br \/>\nWe kill the flame<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They&#8217;re lining up the prisoners<br \/>\nAnd the guards are taking aim<br \/>\nI struggled with some demons<br \/>\nThey were middle class and tame<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t know I had permission to murder and to maim<br \/>\nYou want it darker<\/p>\n<p>Hineni, hineni<br \/>\nI&#8217;m ready, my lord<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name<br \/>\nVilified, crucified, in the human frame<br \/>\nA million candles burning for the love that never came<br \/>\nYou want it darker<br \/>\nWe kill the flame<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>If you are the dealer, let me out of the game<br \/>\nIf you are the healer, I&#8217;m broken and lame<br \/>\nIf thine is the glory, mine must be the shame<br \/>\nYou want it darker<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hineni, hineni<\/p>\n<p>Hineni, hineni<br \/>\nI&#8217;m ready, my lord<\/p>\n<p>Hineni<\/p>\n<p>Hineni, hineni<br \/>\nHineni<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Poem By: Leonard Cohen<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/12\/LeonardCohen.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-232\" src=\"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/12\/LeonardCohen.jpg\" alt=\"leonardcohen\" width=\"1043\" height=\"1500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/12\/LeonardCohen.jpg 1043w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/12\/LeonardCohen-209x300.jpg 209w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/12\/LeonardCohen-768x1105.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/12\/LeonardCohen-712x1024.jpg 712w, https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/12\/LeonardCohen-588x846.jpg 588w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1043px) 100vw, 1043px\" \/><\/a>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Picture By: Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a9 Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. \u2013 Leonard Cohen \u00a0 The Poem These lyrics\u00a0seem to be saying, &#8220;I\u2019m ready to serve my Lord&#8221;. As I contemplated the words, I realized they\u2019re from the perspective of Jesus Christ. \u00a0 The Picture This is my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/230"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=230"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/230\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":234,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/230\/revisions\/234"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=230"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=230"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=230"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}