Thank you for being nice, Linda...
Analysing individual songs is interesting, but what about the man's entire body of work? What about his reason for everything he does - what about his work and his message?
I'm not trying to pick a bone with anybody though. Every song I've ever heard, every poem I've ever read (though there are lots of his songs and poems I can't afford to even hear and read right now, given the time to do so) is about the same thing. I found a 1993 interview on CBC...http://archives.cbc.ca/arts_entertainment/poetry/topics/93/
(Scroll right through the video thumnails to "Canada Honors Cohen
...And saw the excitement on his face and heard it in his voice. It is COOL. I've felt that excitement in a micro-way. It really must have seemed like people were finally coming around.
I finally came around - ten years later! There must be millions of others, don't you think...
But I went armed, and he shot me with my own rifle. Leonard says what we don't, he won't say what I will, and what I say is just a few more atoms of mud from an over-grazed and neglected pasture. Maybe more atoms of mud from others will help.
Our world is toast, you know.
The irony is that the Borg have lost the big war, but nobody the Borg will listen to wants to tell them.
So the big war goes on and on and on, consuming atoms of mud wholesale, soldiers and sailors alike.
The themes that pervade all Leonard Cohen works are few and fairly important to everybody, as they pervade the works of Layton, Lorca, Whitman, Bacon, Byron, and I wish I had the master list. Look at that picture on the back of "Dear Heather". Who is Leonard waiting for. Who is Leonard singing to. Why aren't we responding with anything but money, criticism or praise, and so-called "love" that won't look beyond the comfort zone of our own little local worlds...
How long does it take I wonder. Where's it going.
How many times has that excitement beamed from the face of Leonard Cohen only to be wiped away by the indifference (or ignorance in some cases) of the unified hearts he loves so much?
I blew it, and I don't know what to do next... I can't get out of this poetry loop. If anybody knows, how about a list of the golden soldiers?