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Wednesday, 7 December 05 ::
dear john
It doesn't work. If I were writing a story about a man of his magnitude, and all I could come up with was a horrid little ending like that, I would have to say I didn't deserve to write it at all. How would it read? Once upon a time there was a man who heard music and poetry, and he told us what he heard and people everywhere in all the kingdoms of earth fell in love with what he made of himself and he lived in a castle with his wife and child and had untold riches laid at his feet, and then one day a little man hid in the dark and with four jerks of the finger killed the man who made the music. What a pathetic conclusion. How utterly unworthy of the complexities, the possibilities. No one would publish such a thing. No one would represent it. You should throw it away. Quickly. Before someone reads it. ~Scott Spencer
Dear John,
It was 25 years tommorrow. I wanted to write this today though. I wish I'd been older when you died, I wish I could have been the peace activist that I am today on the day you died, instead of the little kid that I was. I didn't know what the big deal was back then, I didn't understand why everyone was so sad. You were just a member of some music group that my ma listened to. Since then I've grown up and I've learned a lot about who you are.
We could really use you today. We could use some better modern athems for the struggles of this day and age. We could use your help as we deal with issues coming from our government that you probably could have never imagined. Its a scary time John, and we could use you right now.
But, it is getting better. Even without you John, it is getting better. The news doesn't report on the good stuff, the media doesn't make the big deal about what we have accomplished, but John -- we've done a good job. Did you know that this "war" is an illegal one? And that more people protested on March 15, 2003 than on any other single day --- EVER? John -- we became the 2nd super power in the world on that day -- ALL of us, and your song, your song was sung world wide. And John, this war, we're calling for an end to it, quicker than the Vietnam war, John -- I think you'd be proud of the people of the world. We are standing up to it.
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
You know John, I try. I try to see beyond the borders that separate us all. Sometimes its not easy, no John, sometimes its not easy. But, I try.
We miss you John. Okay, I can only speak for myself -- I miss you John. I miss what you would have been, what you could have been, I miss what it would have been like to be an activist with you being one of those famous people leading the charge towards what is Right and Just. But we can't change that, and so, since you aren't here, I want to thank you. Thank you for your music, for the Beatles, and for that one song. Its a beautiful song, John, it helped me to become the acitivst I am today. In the most frustrating moments, John, its your words that bring me back to why we do what we do. If that is all you had produced, I'd still miss you. Thank you.
~Brooke, in Oregon.
posted by brooke at December 7, 2005 10:35 PM
I miss him too...
"Imagine" all the people
living for today...
Hugs
posted by: Sandee at December 7, 2005 09:19 PM
