Before I Turn Into Gold Online Anthology : I Told You by Norb Aikin

(c) Geoffrey Wren

I Told You

I hung us. I strung us. 
The rope-a-dope stylist is
the real alchemist.
Did you think it gave you 
     a new instinct? 
I’ve knives made 
from railroad ties 
and seen things besides 
the truth and its lies. 
I tried to warn you before 
but you wrote your life 
      unsure 
of its contents and missteps 
and flagrant regrets. 
The stylist is upset 
by things she can’t reset
while you sit knowing a youth 
misspent that you won’t accept 
and we all have the proof. 
I can cut you or cut you, 
      or cut you and cut you
but nothing will stop me from you 
as I tell you I told you so.



Twitter: @aikonnorb

Norb Aikin is the author of Mutants and 100 (Eliezer Tristan Publishing). He is a Mental Health activist
originally from Buffalo, NY and now lives in Cortland, NY. His work has appeared in various online publications,
including Pink Plastic House and Fevers of the Mind. 

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Norb Aikin

3 Poems from Anthologies by Norb Aikin

2 Poems from the Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020 by Norb Aikin

BOOKS to Read in 2021: Mutants by Norb Aikin

2 poems by Peter Hague for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

Geoffrey Wren (c)

Stranger Still in Utility Sunlight

to the memory of Leonard Cohen

Leonard, it is time for the Moon. 
I know you are a poor lover of its simple ways 
and think it somehow shallow, 
but I still have a job to do; 
a challenge to bear – and by the way, 
I still think you retired too soon… 

Okay then, Leonard, let us forget the Moon – 
it is time for the Sun. 
I think you entrusted your safety to the Sun 
and that is why you left for Greece. 
In fact, I think you are still there – writing: 
perhaps a third novel called: 
The Book of Longing for Something Else?

The Sun is gracious – it minds its own business. 
It shines our shoes – it keeps its distance. 
It wears no mask or stranger's face.
It is a friend to our eyes in what it does best – 
out there beyond our current position – 
that of basking in the dividend 
of legitimate shade.


This is Silence 
On the death of Leonard Cohen 2016

Thank you for filling the silence 
with a wisdom we could claim. 
Thank you for filling the darkness 
with a holy flame. 

You sat at your usual table;
we gathered your final light – 
as you spread your words like playing cards 
and signed a treaty with the night.

We followed the lines of your poems, 
and your songs, with their luminous thought, 
that now become rumours of our own demise – 
in this field of wounded hearts. 
        
So until then, and though we have your song, 
we will miss your breath of carefulness 
in a silence that seems wrong.


A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Peter Hague

Avalanches in Poetry 2 entries by Peter Hague :  “I Did Not Want it Darker””Between Leonards” “Following Leonard”

2 Poems by Peter Hague : “Eco Warrior:Future as Promised” & “Dark in the Woods”

Wonderful Artwork from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen by artist/writer Geoffrey Wren

5 poems inspired by Leonard Cohen by Robert Frede Kenter (Before I Turn Into Gold Day)

3 poems by Ethan McGuire inspired by Leonard Cohen for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

Poem “Eclipse” by Joan Hawkins for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

3 poems from ps pirro from Fevers of the Mind Anthology & Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen

All of the poems (revised) from Avalanches in Poetry for Leonard Cohen Week by David L O’Nan

Poem “Eclipse” by Joan Hawkins for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

Geoffrey Wren (c)

Eclipse

For Kirk

Ragged as the moon,
still as the water,
this night pulls me
back and forth
crossing time 
and space 
and
place, 
past
all forgetting.
Remembering
only
that one eclipse.

Laying in the back
of your flatbed
truck
Flat on our backs
and lying.
Cobweb-spinning
half truths
and dreams
Or was it 
half-dreams 
and truths.
Eyes half closed
One joint between us.
The slow glow
of your cigarette,
vampire tails
of smoke,
whispering 
demon
myths and mists
and occult stories
of lost
civilizations and
 ruin.

You were the
lover I never had.
The best
friend.
The dealer
from 
The Stranger Song.
The one
who 
opened 
vistas.

Meth slender,
tender,
sometimes
mean.
You 
gave me 
Keats
and The Four Quartets.
Sartre and
Leonard Cohen.
The first two albums
at once
and then, later,
the poetry.
Beautiful losers-
like us, you said
and laughed.

You taught me
to release
the lowest Nico
registers 
of my voice.
I had the timbre
You taught me
depth.
Playing Marianne
on your
12-string guitar
until your
fingers 
bled.
And I got
the notes
just
right.

A high flying
night rider,
fueled by 
speed
and 
black coffee,
you would 
take me
down 
the cliffs
to Ocean Beach
where we listened
to midnight 
waves
and gulls
and drunken
revelers,
had tea and oranges
that came
all the way from
China,
and recited 
poetry.

You gave me
my first
notebook.
And that one
night
chasing the
dark of
the moon,
you gave
me
the lunar
eclipse.

Bright
and quiet as
the stars,
still as
death, 
just-cresting
moonlight
grazing 
your cheek,
you held my
hand, tightly,
as we looked 
at the sky.
Sing "Suzanne"
you said.
So I did.

April 16, 2021


Bio: Joan Hawkins is a Professor of Cinema and Media Studies
at Indiana University Bloomington. She has written extensively
on horror and the avant-garde. Her creative work has appeared in 
Avalanches in Poetry, n+1, Performing Arts Journal, The Ryder, and Sand.
Her most recent book is an anthology  William S. Burroughs Cutting up the Century (co-edited
with Alex Wermer-Colan). She has been a Leonard Cohen fan since she heard his first two albums at
age 16.

Leonard Cohen and Edie Sedgwick at the Chelsea Hotel by Joan Hawkins

Wonderful Artwork from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen by artist/writer Geoffrey Wren

4 poems from Robert Frede Kenter in Avalanches in Poetry

5 poems inspired by Leonard Cohen by Robert Frede Kenter (Before I Turn Into Gold Day)

All of the poems (revised) from Avalanches in Poetry for Leonard Cohen Week by David L O’Nan

Avalanches in Poetry 2 Entry: Peter and the Sea of G by Carrie Sword

Avalanches in Poetry 2 entry: Poetry by Lisa Alletson

Avalanches in Poetry 2 entries by Peter Hague :  “I Did Not Want it Darker””Between Leonards” “Following Leonard”

3 poems by Ethan McGuire inspired by Leonard Cohen for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

(c) Geoffrey Wren

Disciple Dash

I would run free with you
just on principle

although, as you know
running is not my style

your love has simply
truly transformed me
into a disciple

even if only
for a little while

hello, so long, good-bye

Jellyfish

I don’t want to seem like a heretic,
but your hips and lips and eyes, they hit me
like a bottle of wine.

No, I don’t want to be your lunatic,
but, by a country mile, no cheeks or chin
have ever looked so fine.

Maybe then I am just a fanatic,
but I’m trying not to be too despised;
I’d better grow a spine.

Salt   (previously posted)

A rock pillar of salt awaits those looking backward. 
 
As a staunch evangelical American, 
once I epitomized a top-rung Christian. 
 
You have asked me to discuss the future, 
yet we cannot discuss what has not been. 
Leonard saw the future, called it murder, 
the same as our own present and our past. 
 
My upward way is at once my downward. 
The downward path, it rises up likewise. 
God sees all time present for forever. 
I am not God; the night still spreads outside. 
 
I struggled long in lost worldview warfare. 
My weary back I never once unbent. 
Then one night, along the troubled pathway, 
a stranger told me he could build those walls: 
 
              The walls between my culture and comfort, 
              walls between the foreign and family. 
 
I sold my soul, crossroads, to the Stranger, 
though, true, he did not ask explicitly, 
only asked for proof of my loyalty, 
and my tired soul I volunteered in pledge. 
 
My upward way is at once my downward. 
The downward path, it rises up likewise. 
God sees all time present for forever. 
I am not God; the night still spreads outside. 
 
Once you sell your soul, lightning seals the deal. 
Even when the pendulum oscillates, 
your soul is sold. You cannot buy it back. 
I offer passers futures and my life. 
 
                    As I lie in the mud of dirty roads, 
                    even the Stranger mourns my fate in time. 
 
I lie trampled underfoot, Stranger of Gold. 
I gave myself to you, oh my paper stranger. 
 
I become a statue of salt as I stare backward.


A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Ethan McGuire

New Poem : The King & Queen Of Neon by Ethan McGuire 
5 poems inspired by Leonard Cohen by Robert Frede Kenter (Before I Turn Into Gold Day)
Salt by Ethan McGuire poetry entry for Avalanches in Poetry 2 Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen

Wonderful Artwork from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen by artist/writer Geoffrey Wren

All of the poems (revised) from Avalanches in Poetry for Leonard Cohen Week by David L O’Nan

Poem by Joe Kidd for “Before I Turn Into Gold Day” inspired by Leonard Cohen

Poetry/Writing from Attracta Fahy : “Book of Longing” from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen




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