Fractured

November 13, 2016  •  1 Comment

abstract, reflectionFractured

Ring the bells that still can ring.

Forget your perfect offering.

There is a crack in everything.

That’s how the light gets in.

-Anthem, Leonard Cohen

 

This is my imperfect offering, in honor of the man who had an intimate conversation with the world for five decades.  He was a crazy bastard living in a suit, and although he never knew it, he was my man.  As someone said, Leonard Cohen knew when to leave a party.

This abstract contains neither sky nor clouds.  Nothing is what it appears to be.  Neither is it broken.  It is a mystery, and it is mended.

 

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.

-Anthem


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Carol Leigh(non-registered)
Maybe some day all this will make sense.

There's a painter in Oregon's Alvord Desert by the name of John Simpkins. There is an anthill in his yard. He has placed stones upright encircling the anthill and calls it "Anthenge."

Do the ants come out and wonder who created it and why? Is this all about perspective and whoever is farthest out understands the most?

Maybe now Your Man understands more than he ever dreamed possible. And quietly chuckles.
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