#notesonidolworship

[hankkalet]

#notesonidolworship 2. There is no denying the artistry. “They were doing things nobody was doing,” Dylan said. The soft sweep of their love songs. The drive of their rockers. A mystery. “You think you know me but you haven't got a clue.” And like that it, a new world. At 6, at 8, at 55. John singing from a broken space. “Yes, I’m lonely / want to die.” And later, alone at the piano. “Mother, you had me / but I never had you.” Outside. But never free. Speaks to something. An emptiness that fills. Like water. Like air. What we need to survive. @newspoet41 #instagramessay #johnlennon #thebeatles

[hankkalet]

#notesonidolworship 1. It was 37 years ago today. The legend became a myth. This flawed soul, this dark rendering of humanity, left dead on a sidewalk, assassin’s bullet spilling blood. Like his mother, a lonely corpse misremembered, never really known, “you had me, but I never had you.” // I remember hearing the news while I was still at Penn State, winter break approaching. They collected outside his home in the days that followed, outside the Dakota. The genius remembered, candles lit to his memory, to our memory really. The Lennon Legend. The stories we tell. The lies. This man of peace. Imagine it. He “beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved.” // Admissions, perhaps, but a son abandoned, a family in “bits and pieces,” and the bird sings and sings and sings. // Sink into the sound, the high baritone, the easy phrasing. The words. Make an offering. Smash your idols. They have no power at all. @newspoet41 #johnlennon #davidbowie