I first caught up with the music of Leonard Cohen about 4 years ago, finding by chance a broadcast of his live compilation video, Songs from the Road. I was captivated from the start, as the camera pans across the applauding crowd in night time Tel Aviv and Javier Mas builds on the opening chords with a solo on the mandolin before Cohen starts singing. As they pass the music between them, from verse to instrumental solo and back again, Mas is caught on camera shooting Cohen a look, as between two old men in hats playing dominos outside a bar.
Cohen’s latest album seems prescient (he died just days before the neighbouring USA elected Trump on a white supremacist misogynist platform).
If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I’m broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame
Because I first found Cohen so late in his career, it feels to me that all his life he wrote poetry that was waiting for his old man’s voice of gravel, rich with humanity and experience. The song, Suzanne, was written when I was a small child but I came to it fresh when I was myself beginning to become old. It has so many beautiful and intriguing lyrics: “And she feeds you tea and oranges, that come all the way from China” captures a sense of transitory seduction. The second verse makes no sense as a narrative but seems to reveal some profound truth, borrowing and warping Christian imagery “And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water, and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower, and when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him, he said, all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them. But he himself was broken long before the sky would open forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone.”
I have long intended to draw from this album. This week, I have spent a few minutes late at night revisiting the video and trying to capture his face in ink, knife and crayon. I have also been reading The Pigeon Tunnel, reminiscences by John le Carre from a long life collecting material for his diverse novels, from the spies fighting the Cold War to post-communist Russia under criminal gangs, to the bite of big corporations on the powerless.
Early in life he witnessed the cycle of pigeons trapped on the roof, channelled through tunnels, emerging in sunlight in the sight of the sportsmen’s guns, the survivors returning to the only home they know on the baited roof. His horror at life as a rhythm of hopeless struggle in the face of uncomprehended powers runs as a thread through his anecdotes and creates humanity and wisdom in his novels.
There is such a vibrancy to these drawings, I love to draw old faces, life and experience scrawled all over them. I first heard Leonard back in the 1970s but was into rock and metal and so have appreciated his poetry only in recent years. I think I needed to grow up to understand it.
Hi Rosie
I agree.
Perhaps I don’t remember coming across him because I had to grow up to appreciate his poetry.
I have the illusion he expressed an old mans wisdom in his verse fifty years ago and himself had to grow up to own it.
N
A lovely article. The image of Jesus as a sailor comes from a statue of Jesus in Montreal harbour which is only visible from the sea. But of course it means far more than that.
Thanks so much for that insight.
That was lovely. And now you can play Suzanne!
I can sort of play the melody, but the accompaniment requires chord changes from E to F#m to G#m and I can’t make those smoothly (barred chords) so a long way off.
A very poetic homage – I enjoyed the words and the images.
Thanks Anne
your drawings are fantastic, and we had a Leonard Cohen evening here too, but I just listened
Thanks
Tell me, do you mean a Leonard a Cohen drawing evening? Or was it a kind of local memorial?
Hi Neil, actually we just played Leonard Cohen’s music all evening at home, sort of our own memorial. The next day I took a cd to my studio and sang, trying to remember the words, probably annoying my studio mate.
Great post Neil! I am still on the edges of Cohen, finding that many songs that speak to me were written by him.
I am trying to play Suzanne on the guitar, and tonight started to speak the words along with this (I am not confident I have a singing voice). Such a great poem.
Wonderful drawings. I like your new format too. Nina and I were going to clean up our blog, but…maybe one of these days. I feel that the hours just wash away.
I could quote endlessly from his songs too. “Everybody Knows” is always on my mind. (K)
A song for our times.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows