I’ve seen a lot of airports lately. As a matter of fact I’m currently in another, waiting to board the red eyed monster maker. I miss my bed, but it’s not all bad. No, not at all. Airports give me time to contemplate death, dying, and funerals. By that I mean time to discover the obsessively numerous poems about death, dying, and funerals that Emily Dickinson wrote.
I Felt a Funeral in My Brain is my new favorite — having felt a funeral or two in the old noggin as of late.
I also missed Leanard Cohen’s birthday. So, as I discreetly down my pre-flight Ativan with a double tumblr gin and tonic nice cold ice water, I toast a happy belated Birthday to the old poet with The Civil Wars’ cover of Cohen’s Dance Me To The End Of Love.
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People in airports always seem to have something much more interesting to do than I do. I always wondered what they were doing. Now I know :)
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cooper recently posted..Red Eyes Monster Makers, Funerals, and Birthdays
How nice for you that airports give you time to explore Dickinson’s obsession with death in full.
Speaking of funerals, that song/poem is perfect for a wedding or a funeral. I’ve never heard it before.
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I think it could serve both occasions. I read it was inspired by stories about the death camps during the Holocaust.
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Some airports are more interesting than others, and some are just plain scary. Newark airport (just one of many examples), is a great place to contemplate death. As a matter of fact it’s almost mandatory to contemplate death while there.
Love this cover Coop. Thanks.
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ha, you are right.
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The Red Eye works for me I sleep like a baby on planes.
Have you ever seen Aaron Goffman’s faN film set to this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oV5jjzwF5IU
The Civil Wars’ cover is probably the best I’ve heard.
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Yea, thanks though.
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You better be in SF and not Seattle because I haven’t received a call.
I saw The Civil Wars here in June.
Death and dying, all in a days work.
Sadly.
San Francisco. One day…
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Weird but I woke up thinking about how Emily Dickinson wrote many romantic poems but died a virgin (at least that’s what they say.) It had nothing at all to do with my dreams. More I think to do with being blocked yet I have lived and am living….
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Happy you are still living, the world would be less without you.
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Great cover of the song coop. Your side bar musical choices are good too.
Having spent most of my adult life traveling for work I don’t envy you.
Changi and Dubai are great layovers if you get the chance though.
Good to know Joe.
Glad you like the music.
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What’s weirder still is that I woke up thinking aboutEmily Dickinson, the drunkard:
I taste a liquor never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I –
And Debauchee of Dew –
Reeling – thro’ endless summer days –
From inns of molten Blue –
When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove’s door –
When Butterflies – renounce their “drams” –
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –
And Saints – to windows run –
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!
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She was great with metaphors wasn’t she.
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Red-eyed wearied and torn worn-weary of sonambulist’s flight
The requiem be of tides, time last
Drunkards drink.
Be really, be dread the Egyptians path of dread,
Be really of you of me unmeant
Steeling hyphenated dreams
Be you be mine in that wedlock, of surnames dilutions.
Pointing, wondering in dreams Boheme.
That times, times lost, never dreamt of exponentiality in selves-self [cheating] rhymality.
And the dream of death, the clothing of a scorpio, believing – knowing flight’s plight in Egyptian Croquet,
Be a friend, perhaps allwings some day in Egypt’s egyptian “coming forth by day” be earth, be heaven in Lord’s willing way.
Covering his tracks perhaps >>>
perhaps.
How lovely.
To read and to hear from you.
cooper recently posted..Red Eyes Monster Makers, Funerals, and Birthdays
I’ve been flying a lot lately too. I don’t fly as well as I used to. It’s very possible I’m not as young as I used to be.
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We are all less young than we were when we began, there is no “possible” about it…
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Yeah, please dance me to the end of love as fast as you can. The sooner the better.
We can only suppose about Emily. There was no twitter, blog or facebook for her — if only.
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hush
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Hey, that’s a nice poem. And all the songs from Various Positions are classics to me. That was the first Leonard Cohen album I heard way back in the day.
It it a lovely song and that album is …I hate this term and people who use it…….Epic.
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