I'll be spending the whole month listening to all of his songs even as I think of the new world we're walking into. I suppose it's fitting considering his muse Marianne passed away earlier this year. There's a deep poetry to this. Heading into New York this week, I'll be spending part of the day visiting the Chelsea Hotel and Clinton Street, to name a few.
Among the books of Leonard Cohen I appreciate the most, it has to be his collection Book of Longing from 2007, which came at a pivotal point in my life as I released my own first full-length collection of poetry On The Other Side Of The Eye.
As you can imagine, this all resonates with me as I consider my own recent stay in the Theravada Buddhist monastery of my family in Ceres, California. There's a lot I'll eventually discuss, and yet so much I haven't been able to articulate, either. Which sounds funny for a poet whose spent most of his life at this sort of thing, but as Vonnegut says, so it goes.
As it stands, Leonard Cohen's music and poetry gave me the comfort and the support I needed to carve out my own path embracing speculative poetry. With songs of his like The Future, or Jazz Police, First We Take Manhattan, Ain't No Cure For Love and Tower of Song, with their rich yet almost surreal imagery, I appreciated him showing what verse was capable of when we freed it from the anchors of 'realism.'
There's certainly so much more I could go into discussing his work and what I've admired about his journey, but it seems sufficient at this point to simply say, "Thanks, Leonard, for everything." And now, time to write.