Re: Leonard Has Passed Away
Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 12:16 am
Believe this is the 3d time I register here. Keep forgetting my "name", password and emailadresses ...
The passing of Leonard touched me deeply. I was privileged to have seen him twice, in Amsterdam and Ghent.
Both magical concerts. First heard him back in 1970. He became part of my life. My deepest condolences to his family and his friends and all the people I met over the years on and off line who shared my love for this gracious, kind, gentle poet. Especially condolences to my dear friend Ania, she shared some of my work with the man himself and when I got a compliment I never felt more proud. I like to share a story I wrote and a video I made during Inktober ... "Keep The Flame Alive".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7iBr_F5IeI
love and peace,
Marco
Many moons ago a group of friends travelled to the South of Holland. There was a familymember of one of us who welcomed hippies into his house. It was Autumn break so we decided to party there. Hitchhiking of course because we were as poor as church mice. In couples. I was linked to K because well she was special, bit crazy, not like the rest of us "intellectuals", she came from a workingman's background. Her dad a bricklayer. I liked her, recall a schoolplay she was in. Everyone laughed when she came on stage ... bit like Janis Joplin, she didn't really fit in. So most of my "friends" didn't wanted to travel with her. Got to know her better during the trip. I can still see here, big fake fur coat, crazy hair. We only met a few times before at parties. We arrived at the house of the Big Hippie. The living room walls had just been decorated by two french guys. Psychedelic man, I loved it! I felt at home right away. The Big Hippie was originally from The Hague ... workingman's family. Like mum's family. We connected right away. He became one of my best friends. Later we would write letters to each other (remember letters?) Hundreds of pages, about music, The Hague, hippies and their rivals the rockers, the fights, movies, the bars, Bob Dylan, reciting Allen Ginsberg's "Howl", politics, we were so fucking far left, the Clinton/Lewinsky case. I still have a big box full of those letters. Lost my train of thought here ... K and I fell in love, we stayed together for 14 years. We had a fucking messy, nasty "divorce" (we weren't officially marrried) I would see her from time to time in our town, we would ignore each other, it was painful ... then she died ... her friends invited me to her farewell ... along the river where I walk Rosie now. She became an actress, director ... we were invited to write something on her white coffin ... she loved Janis Joplin ... we were too poor to see her in Amsterdam but we bought 2 photo's from that gig, I still have em. I wrote: "A Little Piece of my Heart".
I first heard Johnny Cash' San Quentin album at the Big Hippies' and Leonard Cohen's "Songs of Love and Hate". They both blew me away ... There's my Leonard story ... I am so sad ... bless you K bless you Lenny.
The passing of Leonard touched me deeply. I was privileged to have seen him twice, in Amsterdam and Ghent.
Both magical concerts. First heard him back in 1970. He became part of my life. My deepest condolences to his family and his friends and all the people I met over the years on and off line who shared my love for this gracious, kind, gentle poet. Especially condolences to my dear friend Ania, she shared some of my work with the man himself and when I got a compliment I never felt more proud. I like to share a story I wrote and a video I made during Inktober ... "Keep The Flame Alive".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7iBr_F5IeI
love and peace,
Marco
Many moons ago a group of friends travelled to the South of Holland. There was a familymember of one of us who welcomed hippies into his house. It was Autumn break so we decided to party there. Hitchhiking of course because we were as poor as church mice. In couples. I was linked to K because well she was special, bit crazy, not like the rest of us "intellectuals", she came from a workingman's background. Her dad a bricklayer. I liked her, recall a schoolplay she was in. Everyone laughed when she came on stage ... bit like Janis Joplin, she didn't really fit in. So most of my "friends" didn't wanted to travel with her. Got to know her better during the trip. I can still see here, big fake fur coat, crazy hair. We only met a few times before at parties. We arrived at the house of the Big Hippie. The living room walls had just been decorated by two french guys. Psychedelic man, I loved it! I felt at home right away. The Big Hippie was originally from The Hague ... workingman's family. Like mum's family. We connected right away. He became one of my best friends. Later we would write letters to each other (remember letters?) Hundreds of pages, about music, The Hague, hippies and their rivals the rockers, the fights, movies, the bars, Bob Dylan, reciting Allen Ginsberg's "Howl", politics, we were so fucking far left, the Clinton/Lewinsky case. I still have a big box full of those letters. Lost my train of thought here ... K and I fell in love, we stayed together for 14 years. We had a fucking messy, nasty "divorce" (we weren't officially marrried) I would see her from time to time in our town, we would ignore each other, it was painful ... then she died ... her friends invited me to her farewell ... along the river where I walk Rosie now. She became an actress, director ... we were invited to write something on her white coffin ... she loved Janis Joplin ... we were too poor to see her in Amsterdam but we bought 2 photo's from that gig, I still have em. I wrote: "A Little Piece of my Heart".
I first heard Johnny Cash' San Quentin album at the Big Hippies' and Leonard Cohen's "Songs of Love and Hate". They both blew me away ... There's my Leonard story ... I am so sad ... bless you K bless you Lenny.
