Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river
Leonard Cohen
Opening Words

    With this issue I bid a close to two years of publishing and editing this ezine.  Of course that means the 2nd anniversary issue will be next month, I shouldn't say too much more about that since that will take away all the fun from the future issue.  Let me say, though there are some exciting issues in the works.  This will be a special summer at the ezine, so watch for the announcements in the forthcoming issues.
    I mentioned I didn't have an idea for a theme, however events in Montreal have given me the concept.  What had taken place was a special symposium on Leonard Cohen.  Fans from around the globe gathered to discuss their admiration for the man and his work.  I'll have more to say about Leonard later in this issue.
    There is also a special insert, my third ezine "Exit 522 on the Cosmic Highway", there are a couple of reviews, including one of a fabulous e-book, and a poem.

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Review

    The title is a parable from the Book of Sufi; "only a bird understands the textbook of a rose..."  Joann McCaig has written a very well crafted and delightful novel.  This is her first book and so her development as a novelist should be watched with interest.  Let me say this book is not a straightforward novel, in fact one may mistake it for a collection of short stories set around the same characters.  The main character, Stella, is introduced in the prologue and from there the book begins a series of narratives.  Each narrative, which is called the "Passus" section, examines the life of Stella, her friends and colleagues at various intervals of their lives.  I did learn "Passus" is latin for 'step' and also refers to a section of a story or poem. The book "Textbook for a Rose" is a fine novel.
    Stella, after the prologue becomes a professor of medieval literature and her life is not staid or quiet.  She gets married raises a family, gets a divorce and then falls for a younger man.  She becomes pregnant and loses her lover.
    However, life continues to unfold;  the death of a friend from the past brings Stella and her ex together, but that's as far as it gets.
    This book contains no happy ending, no reconciliation, just a faithful examination of the everyday affairs of life.  We are at times, not the principle actors in the drama which is our lives but are sometimes, just the audience to what is happening around us.  This book is worth finding and reading.

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Poetry
 
 
 

THE SQUIRRELS
I like to sit quietly in the woods,
On a warm fall day and watch the
squirrels at play,
Or watch them gather food for a long
winters stay,
And watch them jump from limb to limb
as they scurry about,
I wonder how they know when they have
Food enough for the winter so they won't
run out,
If you move they'll flatten out against a
tree and play you can't see me,
You sit still for a little while and again,
they'll move about,
Looking for another nut, to stash away for
winter to make sure they don't run out.
LeRoy Doran
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FLOODWATCH
as I dream
I picture you
swimming out of this flood
    even as you shake off those last
    few raindrops,
    you still shine like the sun after a spring storm
        I stopped behind
        to watch you go away
            and you did
        so with bare feet
        and my voice bleeding
        I cried like the rain
 
 "POEM 6"
hey, watch it...
    you need to let up,
you're biting down on my heart
just a little too hard
tell me...
    how does it taste?
I hope it's bitter
and leaves a horrible sting
in the back of your mouth
maybe then you'll spit it out,
    spit me out,
and keep walking
 
"SYMPHONY"
bathe you in my love
while I soak in your flame
    make fevers scream
    and skin sing
need to explore this music
Robin Growden
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The Old Tiller
There she kneels a child of sixteen
hands a - tilling live in deep black Mother earth
and her hands feel as her heart
fulfilled
that many loves have passed
no grudge is held to bare her grief
and time to pause…as Edith says…no regrets
In precious moments
where roses bloom
a child-like smile slips through
of happier days
and through wisps of grey
steals a child
A brown-eyed vixen boy of one
tanned by the season’s sun
so wanting
tugs at Mother’s apron
"Uppy Mummy?"
For one quick second she was there
beside her pride and joy
then turns to see a vacant bare
lonely swing…
rocking ever so slowly to the wind
and the chimes
of this willowy day
Now time escapes her youthful glow
in years
but not inside somehow
You see…
forever sweet sixteen will kneel
by roses…tilling Mother earth
…in dreams
Charlotte Mair
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Will you still remember
In the corner of the bistro
a young man scribbles a message
to some woman named Marita.
He looks and smiles at his missive
he picks up his journal,
finishes the last drop of coffee
and goes through the door.
When gone the crowd gathers
to meditate upon the simple words
left on the wall
soon, the clapping starts.
 
 
Tonight
Will I be alone again tonight
beside you in this bed?
Will I sleep alone
even if you're here with me?
There are times
the bed seems like to separate cots
at either end of our love
Can I caress your hair
or will that disturb you
as you sleep?
Paul
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An Essay
 
 
 
Celebrating Leonard
 
 
 
 

        As I mentioned in some of my early issues, I've been influenced and moved by the words of Leonard Cohen.  Although I must say, this influencing took place later in my life.  I wasn't one of those deep sensitive college students-I don't think such a thing existed in the political science department.  We were too busy planing the overthrow of the state and establishing a worker's paradise for such nonsense.
    Later on, now that I'm older, I realize such a though was a bit silly.  Leonard has an appeal that transcends all other appeals and interests.  Since the late 80's he has been an influence to various degrees in my life.
    I don't think you can study the words of Leonard for any length of time without being impacted in some way by his words.  What about those words, he mixes the sacred and profane, the aesthetic and the sensual.  He is truly an angel and a demon.  He strives to connect to God and also to bed the ladies.  He has been called the thinking women's ladies man and a quick read will make you understand.  He uses words that makes the rest of us look like rank amateurs.  Maybe we are, perhaps there is only one Leonard Cohen and we are lucky to breathe the same air.  How else are we to understand the appeal this man has, here he is, living most of his time at the Mt. Baldy Buddhist Monastery, but still having an effect on people, especially the women.
    If you ever thought about learning more, there is the biography by Ira Nadel, and the National Film Board of Canada made a documentary;  "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Leonard Cohen".  It examines his life and poetry during the early to mid 60's in Montreal.  Now that was an exciting time, the city was emerging to full flower  thanks to the "Quiet Revolution".  It was developing its reputation as a cosmopolitan city that blended North America with the culture of Europe.  It was a place where:  " an angst ridden young Jewish poet.." could arrive and sweep up the literary scene by his words.
    Perhaps its is the angst which allows him to occasionally, poke fun at himself, for example in the poem:  "A Different Drum"

When it comes to lamentation
I prefer Aretha Franklin
to, let's say Leonard Cohen
Needless to say, he hears a different drum

    Does he not take himself serious?  Doesn't he know the effect his words have upon others.  Perhaps he does, and has enough confidence and such a firm grasp of reality that he can write those words and not come off attempting to sound 'humble'.  He knows himself and he's comfortable.
    Also, he words speak of his spiritual quest.  He doesn't separate this from the flesh at all.  This may explain why young men have used his words to woo young women, the spiritual and transcended nature appeal to the madonna and the madame.
    He has also remained true with his roots, the religion of his people is prevalent and does show himself as a pilgrim, seeking a quest.

for Leonard Cohen

I don't know why I go out with you Leonard?
for when we walk down the street
they always stop you
and ask for your autograph.
or when we stop for a coffee
at the corner cafe
its you who gets the best service
and its you the women always flirt with
and leave you their phone numbers
It's a wonder why I want to spend time with you
Leonard
I suppose it must be because I like you.
-- Paul Gilbert
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Final Words

    Since writing the opening words I do have to make this announcement.  I have been transferred.  Its job related.  What this means is that the AGT family of Ezines will be moving to a new location and to a new world headquarters.  The move will be taking place at the end of June, so this may affect the July issue.  This does not mean an end to any of the ezines, just a delay.  July is both the anniversary and my birthday ( happy birthday to me!).  Look for it to come, sometime in July.

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