...And Now For Something Completely...Ahhh Fuggedaboudit...

I've been reading some poetry lately (that's right, poetry) and man...Leonard Cohen is a master.

Here's the thing....I don't get it. This troubles me because, well, because I WANT to get it. Some of it I do get, some poems "touch me" while others it seems, pass me by like Calculus.

I'd like to think that I'm semi-intelligent, sentient being, and moreover, I'm a fan of music, film, art (to an extent) - y'know?? I like what I like, I get what I get, I understand and feel....I'm passionate, I'm fairly open-minded, I'm adventurous (and continuously growing more and more adventurous), yet for some reason the poetry bug escapes me...

I had a conversation with my Dad about this - he's a great man my Da' - he's awesome, I love him - anyhow, I was with him at the local book shoppe (read: Chapters/Indigo) and I told him I didn't get this particular poem - and he immediately broke it down - and I was like "How'd you get that?" "How'd you know??" - and he answered me... I don't know.

I don't know.

This wasn't to say that he had no idea, rather as he explained - it just came to him. What's ironic (cool) about it was that it made sense, what he said made perfect absolute sense...and instead of feeling good or better about it all, I just felt...less than.

Now, my Dad doesn't make me feel less than anything, and I'm not angry in the slightest at him, nor am I really angry, but...I couldn't help but feel that I'm losing out here...

Anyways, just a mini-rant-ish type post....

Here's the Poem in Question:

I believe that you
Are Standing in the place
That I am supposed to be standing



I get it now. But back then...