I think today’s subject is that line about
Where the cracks are is where the light comes in.
Or something like that. Was it Leonard Cohen?
Why yes it is. From a song called “Anthem.”
Ring the bells that still can ring
Anthem, Leonard Cohen
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
I thought of that, as I lay in bed and thought of everything that was wrong.
As I got up, resolved to make everything superficially fine, and to court no suspicion.
To acknowledge that the world had won, and I had been beaten.
Like that F1 driver, sent off in mid-season.
That nothing made sense.
Perhaps you have felt like this too.
And then I thought of the lines.
And the truth of it, that you can play their silly games, but until it all seems completely pointless, you will never have the courage to take the Monopoly board and throw it in their faces.
The woman at the coffee shop smiled at me.
Between those two pillars of light, one seen, one abstract –
I may get through the day. The week. The year.
In the meantime. Time to write a poem. Sometimes I think of walking up a hill, singing like Kate Bush, your smile. I wish I’d had roots then. Still. I floated.
