- “…the song — it’s not important that anybody knows the genesis of it, because if the language comes from that passionate resource, it will be able to embrace all passionate activity.” — Leonard Cohen, CBC Radio Interview (August 26, 1995).
If you do want to know the genesis of “Dance Me To The End Of Love” — here it is.
- “Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.”
— C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
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Image credit: Vincent van Gogh. Houses and Figure, 1890. Oil on canvas, Overall: 20 1/2 x 15 15/16 in. (52 x 40.5 cm). BF136. Public Domain.
“But along with other great masters: Bob Dylan certainly, Joni Mitchell, Kanye West — everybody’s got their own list — Leonard Cohen is way up there in the ranks of American song, and songwriters,” — David Remnick says prior to sharing his interview with Leonard Cohen.
Kanye West in a tribute to Cohen? Leonard Cohen — an American songwriter?
If you’re bothered by this introduction, you aren’t alone. Just let it go, for what follows is a good interview. Focus on listening to Leonard Cohen speak.
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”
— Leonard Cohen
Copyright 2016 Sasha A. Palmer
‘twas a million places
a million cries
and a million winters
in some ex-ballerina’s
apartment with eyes
in a city bewildered
‘twas the time that was perched
tween the land and the skies
in a basket of wonder
tween the yesterday’s hurts
and tomorrow’s goodbyes
rose petals of dawn
on the pillow
‘twas the world that was simple
it spelled you and I
in the hand of a happy
we would dance on the ceiling
(I don’t recall why)
and upset so the ex-
when we left in a hurry
forgetting to pack
she roused her ire
she arranged our wings
in a neat sky-high stack
and set them on fire
©2013 Sasha A. Palmer (aka The Happy Amateur)
Written back in February 2013 in response to Poetics: Leonard Cohen and Place.