Re: The Darker album: Interviews and reviews in the media
Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 7:43 pm
http://www.toperiodiko.gr/leonard-cohen ... πικείμενη/
Google translation from Greek:
Google translation from Greek:
«You want it darker», sharing the impending silence
Thoughts on the latest album "Requiem" by Leonard Cohen
Written by Chris Skyllakos - Literature + Poetry , Music , Thoughts - 24/10/2016
Quiet! An invisible and tacit understanding sounds. A particle that comes unexpectedly from the distant galaxy of Art and suspended in dark space-time. Travels at lightning speed while without luster - what a paradox - finds, us, for receivers. In here, the now, in our chatter, our restless, Earth. It comes, illuminating everything. Lets just some static shadows. In this Empty starts the job. Scratch, scrape, pierce the katakreourgimeni our soul and enters within us, creating our chain Big Bang. And then, peace ...
The Leonard Cohen, present here and now, in front of everyone and everything, the, incredible dynamic and cosmic energy level, the explosive material. It looks to Wields centuries inside. Material transforms the infinite time in a definite and tangible piece of consciousness. Material conversing with the existence and the transience. And with this, firmly booked the old hands, make conclusive of recapitulation. It offers a poetic, a musician, an expressive masterpiece, a synthesis of all previous attitudes and his passes, forcing anyone stand in his way, become receiver of an unexpected biome. A poignant stillness, after countless storms. "Good night", mumbles, with "dignity like that of elephants removed to die."
The Leonard Cohen, is this moment, right beside me, perhaps in Hydra, forty years ago, or perhaps in his dark room, these latest hours, talking with me while pounding aicha the typewriter keys and each letter inflamed and leaves ashes on the paper. I hear and I look not starting overspray. He does not speak in words. No outline or specific features. And all now, look, unintelligible. Behind him, a pale yellow lamp is fading out due from the slats of the window passes the eerie glow of the moon. I witnessed an artwork exactly the moment of its creation, the time of building and birth of the world and also the end. Requiem. With voice, dipped into the depths of existence, cause my visions. With a, unbearable honesty, candor gives me an affectionate handshake and a scintillating look - and seems to be the last, so unable to turn away hastily look clumsy or pull back the hand -. The minute hand is heard more and more strongly. He looks at the door and comes slowly step out of the room and looking at the ruins to find and others remaining in the weather.
And I come back to reality. Wonder. But seems impossible to do that a man in himself. It requires courage insurmountable, that before the impending death, continues to bow down - although with so much bitterness, but far from repentance - life. It embraces the times, people, moments, happiness and pain, everything came even though it through the entire eternal and inevitable in these little parenthesis, his life. Gives to all concerned, the joy to have him next to them one last time. Now nothing will have power over him. Neither death. The artist, exceeded him. Go over. Placed in life and voluntarily to the pantheon. It seems to be saying and maybe actually says: "I walked into this land, my friends, we turn now to walk through."
«You want it darker». music criticism and interpretative analysis to such a creature, it was no more than mud envy and inhumanity. Instead, forget everything, put the entire disk and repetition, you monks, night in empty and warm room, move aside for giving him the space to flood the senses and your reasoning. Nine songs with unlimited power. One after another, brings more and more obscure. Pitch. Switch off into nothingness. Music, art, man. End and beginning. Nine songs, repeated and indelible spots. A trip. Dark, unbearable, dominant, beautiful. Nine songs empathy. A generous sharing of the impending silence. Testament, handwritten, signed, witnessed time and humanity. Heritage.
Master, I feel grateful that I had the opportunity in my life to share a little of your time and your impact. Like to feel that he already heard tomorrow, "time of year, month to month, day to day, thinking the thought" ... And it's raining outside.