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91ƵIt only lacks your presence91Ƶ: truth, art, words and the legacy of Gord Downie

The Tragically Hip frontman died Tuesday night
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Gord Downie. (Tim Fitzgerald photo)

The curtain climbs over me every morning I don91Ƶt know why I91Ƶm so immunized against reforming

I went to bed last night 91Ƶ unthinkingly 91Ƶ in my Tragically Hip T-shirt. Sky blue with a bold 91ƵH91Ƶ and 91ƵP91Ƶ framing a silhouette of Gord Downie in an iconic pose standing in place of the 91ƵI.91Ƶ

I awoke to , undoubtedly pre-prepared months ago, expected, but no less hard to read: Downie was gone.

Conventional journalism directs me to backfill here; to recount his brave battle with inoperable brain cancer and the definitive Canadianness that defined his band.

I refuse. You don91Ƶt need it. I don91Ƶt want it. I want to write about words. About my fascination with them. About my awe at the way Gord could sculpt them into constructions of great and terrible and at times indecipherable beauty. About my ineffectual struggle at this moment to forge them into something that does justice to his gift.

The highest and best use of words is to connect, inspire and understand. As cynical as most are about journalists, that remains the reason why I, and so many of my peers, got into this business. Gord worked that, lived it, on a higher level.

We don91Ƶt go anywhere

Just on trips

We haven91Ƶt seen a thing

We still don91Ƶt know where it is

It91Ƶs a safe mistake

A wise man once said 91Ƶwhen the sunlight hits the olive oil don91Ƶt hesitate.91Ƶ Gord spoke about art and truth and life and how they intertwine and how their pursuit gives one both perspective and purpose. We91Ƶre all given the ability to discern right from wrong; to know what91Ƶs important and what is not. We91Ƶre all given tools and opportunities with which we can learn, grow, understand 91Ƶ make the world a little bit better. But too often, most of us remain in the car, driving where we are told to go, experiencing what we are told to experience, expecting the expected, seeking out that which reinforces our biases instead of challenging them.

Gord91Ƶs work urged us to plunge in deeper than what the tour guide would suggest, to take roads less travelled and listen to voices seldom heard.

All with the too-often lonely goal of creating community.

The surface is green and the dark interweaves

In a lonely iridescence

It91Ƶs terribly deep and the cold is complete

And it only lacks your presence and nothing else

One of the most enduring tenets of the Hip gospel is that they are a uniquely Canadian treasure, that other countries simply 91Ƶdon91Ƶt get.91Ƶ I91Ƶve always wondered why. Sure Gord spoke in cultural idioms like Clayoquot Sound and Bobby Orr largely unique to Canada, but the underlying themes of Carpe Diem and empathy were universal.

Life is a privilege. It91Ƶs not about getting the T-shirt. It91Ƶs about making your life your own iconic pose.

Step out of your world container. Make this world a better place.

My balloons may be filled with rain right now, but the inspiration of this poet need never fade.

Said, 91Ƶain91Ƶt life a grand and I91Ƶm in awe of y91Ƶall91Ƶ

I91Ƶve dropped into my haunted bunk

Been to your touchless times out where the water91Ƶs drying

Been past the 91ƵNo Attractions Past This Point91Ƶ sign

What we have here are all flaws in progress

Where all songs are one song and that song is Don91Ƶt Forget


» John McKinley writes for Reach him at editor@vifreedaily.com



John McKinley

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I have been a Black Press Media journalist for more than 30 years and today coordinate digital news content across our network.
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