Each in their way shaped the progress of my life, and I remain indebted to them all.
On Friday I heard of the death of Leonard Cohen, and on getting home, felt compelled to play that recording again. Mumbling along with the words of ‘Suzanne’ “Maryanne’ and the ‘Sisters of mercy” coming as they did from the depths of memory with absolute clarity triggered a deep wave of feeling for times long past.
Earlier this morning, I stumbled across this podcast of Leonards last interview by David Remnick of the New Yorker magazine, and have just finished listening to it for the second time.
The 18 year old tear-away of 1970 bears little resemblance beyond the genes to the 64 year old grandfather I have become, but listening to the interview, and reflecting on Leonards words and rhythms this morning touched something deep in my soul.
You never knew me Leonard, but I feel I knew you. Godspeed.
Picture credit: New Yorker magazine.
Addendum. This post from the wonderful ‘Brain Pickings’ site adds considerably to an understanding of the depth and breadth of this great gentleman who gave us so much.
Addendum 2. April 2021. I stumbled across this black and white doco about Cohens early life, a time capsule of a unique artist. https://tinyurl.com/krd9na7x
I discovered Leonard Cohen’s poetry and music in my twenties and his words and insights have resonated throughout my life too. You’re note alone in remembering him and his legacy. Lovely thoughts and words, Allen. Raising a toast to past masters. 🙂
Thanks. Perhaps next years Nobel for literature can be awarded posthumously?