THE REASON WHY I AM COMING TO HYDRA




From the left: Mickey_One and a local taxi

Mickey_One

(Michael Wolkind, UK)

The reason I am coming to Hydra is to say "sorry". The Event gives me an opportunity to apologise in person to fellow Leonard Cohen fans for all my misdeeds on the Newsgroup and in the Chatroom during the last 2 years since I apologised in Montreal and swore I would never do it again.

Jarkko has kindly set aside an entire Open Mike session for me to address you. The provisional timetable is as follows,

7 am The Early Years.

A charming 4hr talk based around my Nursery and Primary School history, including a slideshow of the arrival of the fire-engines and the futile attempt to stop the inferno reaching the next-door Old Peoples’ Home.

11 am The Middle Years

A detailed 5hr discussion of my major achievements during my Prime Time of life, including original tapes of all the Police Interviews.

4 pm The Sunset Years

This reflective 6hr introspection on my continuing success will include optional chanting. The evening will conclude with free hot cocoa.

10 pm The Impromptu Encore

I will recite my World-Famous tribute to the not-at-all-dirgelike Leonard Cohen mistake, Bird On The Wire.

I look forward to seeing you all. Thank you for sharing my special Occasion.

Mickey_One begging for forgiveness from Henning

Photos from Michael's album

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Lawrence Salloum, Montreal, Canada

Photo © Eve

the cycle anew after the morning ablutions leaning over the basin on a worn threadbare rug my unshaven face goes so well And then leaning on your window sill your oak like voice has echoed through the windows of my apartments since i came here he'll say one day you caused his will the crows of ridgewood caw at five in the afternoon the branches of the maple quiver arrows offer up suggestions to weaken with your love and warmth and your shelter false prophets wander down the main all the fleeting foot soldiers trudge through sleet another montreal winter there are rumours And taking from his wallet a rose for my lapel the wind howls cold thank you it has been a while since the sounds of richer voices rang out an old schedule of trains he'll say the walls here now are broken the flames have taken me in my footfall has become heavy i waver and i'm thin i'm pale and unshaven I told you when i came I was a stranger

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