Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:37 pm
lizzytysh wrote:...an excellent and lovely point, one which I fully understand... yet, I still long to hear of the historical nuts and bolts of these verses that I would not know of, otherwise.
lizzy lizzy lizzy.
My DI used to call us "ladies" (among other things.)
And he was wrong to have done that.
Because it's only lately that I am become a lady.
I have been experiencing very violent mood swings lately.
It's crisis-time all the time for me now.
(Now maybe more especially, perhaps on account
of "International Day of women".)
One moment I despise literary analysts.
They should all be made to go write
their own poem and shut up.
Then the next moment I think that all poems are as meaningless
as naked worms (something else our DI used to call us)
and intrinsically incomplete. And that they simply can't catch
the big fish of the soul all by themselves. They really
do need to be skewered on analysts' hooks first.
Whatever. All the poems in the Book Of Mercy
make absolutely no sense to me the first time I read them.
The second time through, a few, very few, constellations begin to form.
(Which is the way all poems go for me.
I don't get them the first two times.)
But by the third time thru these particular poems,
they become unlike other poems. These ones
make complete sense to me. And although I may have
only a very general education in the relevantia,
I don't feel the slightest that I'm missing anything essential.
Rather, what I do feel is that I have lived through
every one of these poems, all by myself, on
different nights of my life.
These poems have a peculiar quality. They are
as embarrassing as the love letters of a student
to a teacher. And to comment on them in any way at all
is to be like the teacher who returns them back to the
student with the mis-spellings circled in big red circles.
It's an attempt to deflect what they obviously are.
It's the attempt to defend against them.
But that's just the way I feel sometimes.
Perhaps more often lately because I am become a lady,
and I am embarrassed for him, by this romping
through Leonard Cohen's underwear.
But other times I scan through these threads
and I am quite completely fascinated by
everything I see here.
So I don't really mean what I said before.
That's just different times.
~~~
ok.
I'm sure I won't be able to catch up. But I'll try.
I'll take the short cut and start with this thread.
And the first thing that I notice is # 11:
"Faces of women appeared, and they explained themselves to him,
connecting feature to character, beauty to kindness. ...
... I will always choose the woman who carries me off, "
I scan through this thread and I don't see it mentioned
anywhere what that obviously is. But it could be here
and I just overlooked it. Yet I am thinking that maybe
some of the critics here are very much more hung up on
Cohen's jewishness than he ever was. I mean of
course these poems are full references to his
inherited traditions. It could not be otherwise,
considering what they are about. But they also
speak equally eloquently to everyone else
- Catholic, Muslim, atheist, - anyone.
LC is not a narrow man. He may even be a little over-weight.
And he, too, got a general education.
"Faces of women appeared, and they explained themselves
to him" ...
Is obviously: The Judgment of Paris.
Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite all tried to bribe Paris.
Hera (hearth) essentially offered marriage.
Athena, one of the guys, friendship.
But it was Aphrodite's offering of Helen that Paris chose,
and would always choose.
And although Paris, famously, carried Helen off, in one sense,
he did it only after she had carried him off, in a different sense.
Cohen is using mythic inversion.
The whole to-do started when Eris, the goddess of discord,
threw the golden apple of discord into a certain wedding proceedings,
inscribed: "for the fairest".
This is the apple that appears in Cohen's very next poem, # 12
"Broadcast your light through the apple of pain, radiant one,
sourceless, source of light. "
~~~
Well, I do at least hope you have enjoyed my re-telling
of the story of the Judgment of Paris!
Because I have absolutely no plan at the moment
to elaborate on this particular thesis. ; )
~~~
As for # 15, doesn't
"mastered by the Name, from which all things arise
in splendour, depending one upon the other."
remind you, a little bit, of Brecht's line in "On The Infanticide Marie Farrar"
"But you I beg, make not your anger manifest
For all that lives needs help from all the rest." ?
(-- it was a poem that i read and memorized a very long time ago.
in a very different translation. So it still comes back to me, as it
very often does, as:
"For man needs help from every creature born".
)
~greg