Showing posts with label Leonard Cohen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leonard Cohen. Show all posts

Thursday, July 23, 2009

So long, Marianne


Hydra, Greece

We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.

For now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave


I came across this interview with Marianne Ihlen, Leonard Cohen's muse in Hydra in the sixties. I've always loved the elusive lyrics of So Long Marianne which I guess is the most famous, most often sung Cohen song among camp-fire troubadors and buskers and such. Maybe I'll do Suzanne next week.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Do not say the moment was imagined


By Shotgun Serenade

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for this to happen,
Go firmly to the window. Drink it in.
Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing.
Your firm commitments tangible again.

As someone long prepared for the occasion;
In full command of every plan you wrecked –
Do not choose a coward’s explanation
That hides behind the cause and the effect.

And you who had the honor of her evening,
And by the honor had your own restored
–Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving;
Alexandra leaving with her lord.

- Leonard Cohen
(One of his most beautiful; an adaptation of a Lorca poem)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time



If we look closely, it seems there may be fragments of Leonard Cohen lingering in Joni Mitchell's music. I read about it here. Who else could she be referring to in The Gallery?

Lady, please love me now,
I am dead, I am a saint, turn down your bed
I have no heart, that’s what you said
You said, I can be cruel
But let me be gentle with you

Maybe even A Case of You (my favourite)

Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as a northern star"
And I said "constant in the darkness, where's that at?"
...
Oh I could drink a case of you
And I would still be on my feet

I thought I would also post this video I found of Joni on the Johnny Cash show singing
I Still Miss Someone


Saturday, November 22, 2008

because tomorrow you may have become pure light


by Masha

"Love generally but do not commit yourself to a particular love. You will become
known as sympathetic friend and faithful lover because you never really permit
these roles to seize your heart, you can practice and perfect them. But the
heart is guarded, kept free and untarnished by any simple human affiliation so
that it will reflect in glorious accuracy all the charts of the stars which the
clouds one day will part to reveal. The important thing is not to approach
anyone too close because tomorrow you may have become pure light."
-Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

how beautiful it is to be loved by a madwoman


by Deforma

O I will tell him to love you carefully;
to honour you with shells and coloured bottles;
to keep from your face the falling sand
and from your human arm the time-charred beetle;

to teach you new stories about lightning and
let you run sometimes barefoot on the shore.
And when the needle grins bloodlessly in his cheek
he will come to know how beautiful it is
to be loved by a madwoman.

- from Song of Patience by Leonard Cohen: Let us Compare Mythologies

Sunday, September 28, 2008

I remember you well at the Chelsea Hotel


And when you say you love me,
I don't want to think you really mean New York City
And all the fun we have in it

- from Chelsea Walls, a film by Ethan Hawke

A film I don't recommend and a setting I'm enamored with

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Poetry is a verdict


"Lever les Yeux"

"Poetry is a verdict not an occupation...Once the fire celebrated Light, the
dirst Humility, the blood Sacrifice...Once, for a while, he seemed to serve
something other than himself. Those were the only poems he ever wrote. They
were for Shell. He wanted to give her back her body."

- from The Favourite Game by Leonard Cohen

Monday, August 18, 2008

Secret


designed by Luna

In my Secret Life - Leonard Cohen

A cover - by Katie Melua

When the day is short
And the nights are long
It's a different world
Where the rules are wrong


When the Day is Short - Martha Wainwright

Friday, June 27, 2008

Alone with my radio



His silence in pain. I have come through the fire of family and love. I smoke with my darling, I sleep with my friend. We talk of the poor men, broken and fled. Alone with my radio I lift up my hands. Welcome to you who read me today. Welcome to you who put my heart down. Welcome to you, darling and friend, who miss me forever in your trip to the end.

- Leonard Cohen



Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye









Why don't I begin with Leonard Cohen, the troubadour of my heart since he is number one for me in any category of life. It was divine intervention that led me to the acquisition of concert tickets for his world tour stop in Toronto. I won't go into the details but it had to do with my clairvoyance and wicked twist of luck. I had found out about the tour two days after I was musing about how wonderful it would be if Leonard did another tour and one day before the tickets went on sale partially. I had nearly the worst seats in the house as it was all I could afford but I was euphoric the entire time. Leonard was a tiny charming little dancing speck and I was a overjoyed crazy lady. The only mildly disappointing aspect was his song line-up. There was too much of the later stuff and nearly nothing from New Skin For the Old Ceremony or Death of a Ladies’ Man (my two favourite albums of his). He didn’t even do Chelsea Hotel 2. The only classics performed were Suzanne, Bird on a Wire and Hallelujah. Nevertheless, it was breathtaking and I hope to God he may do it again before he says goodbye for good.