Yes, Bartleby's poem is gentle and tender. It alludes to fragrances. Like (Leonard and Anjani's) Blue Alert: There's perfume burning in the air/Bits of beauty everywhere; like On the Level: Your crazy fragrance all around/Your secrets all in view.
I am reminded of The Beauty Of Death by Khalil Gibran, which begins:
Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and
Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights;
Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and
Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body;
Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume,
And read what the hand of Death has written on my forehead.
This is a nice read:
http://www.techofheart.co/2008/08/perfu ... story.html
The one eternal perfume is the one that smells of Nothing of God;
Tchocolatl wrote:
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A prophet of doom Leonard Cohen ? Naaaaaaaaa : Superfullmoon, yes.
Just listen to him.
If he is a prophet of doom, then he is also a prophet of hope: "The moon is my sorrow. The moon is my lantern." (That wonderfully succinct quote stolen from John Hiatt, discovered in this music section - I love it!)
But shhhh. Just listen - I agree.