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(I was asked to be part of a four-person panel at a conference in Glasgow dedicated to the arts and mental health. The work of Leonard Cohen was explored in our panel of a journalist, a musician, a poet and a mental health /arts organizer, all sharing a deep fondness for Leonard and his music/lyrics/poetry. On my way home I wrote this poem about the panel experience:) For an hour four of us spoke of you today sharing views how it was listening to the music that you made how you helped us make it through the darkness of our days You soundtracked lives from Quebec to Glasgow town in the UK the place from which you ran away to the dry Aegean Hydra Isle to meet the muse named Marianne whose beauty was unstained whose mountain you would climb to wash your eyelids in the rain We are not fans though we would stand for long days to see your face to hear your songs special sounds sung coming through from you so we could hear through blessed ears We are not fans We are fortunate ones Who have touched the philosopher’s stone Sean Hunt April 20th 2017
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
WE ARE NOT FANS
(I was asked to be part of a four-person panel at a conference in Glasgow dedicated to the arts and mental health. The work of Leonard Cohen was explored in our panel of a journalist, a musician, a poet and a mental health /arts organizer, all sharing a deep fondness for Leonard and his music/lyrics/poetry. On my way home I wrote this poem about the panel experience:) For an hour four of us spoke of you today sharing views how it was listening to the music that you made how you helped us make it through the darkness of our days You soundtracked lives from Quebec to Glasgow town in the UK the place from which you ran away to the dry Aegean Hydra Isle to meet the muse named Marianne whose beauty was unstained whose mountain you would climb to wash your eyelids in the rain We are not fans though we would stand for long days to see your face to hear your songs special sounds sung coming through from you so we could hear through blessed ears We are not fans We are fortunate ones Who have touched the philosopher’s stone Sean Hunt April 20th 2017
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
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