Re: The poetry of "Ten New Songs"
Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 3:59 pm
Ahh! What fun!
Interpreting a poem, particularly Cohen’s poetry, is a tricky path to walk. You and I know we each strive to comprehend his work in a way that is satisfying to our own curious view/perception of Life. If Cohen one day stumbled on my posts, he may well laugh at the absurdity of some of my braver interpretations; and if he did laugh, I could only smile and say; “Thanks anyway Leonard for taking me to that inner-tuition, whether you intended it or not.”
Each of us who walk this rocky path of commentary, are viewing the panorama from half way up the hill, so to speak and each has the opportunity to gaze where he or she is inclined. One may search out the valleys, the crest, the local fossils/geology, a Burning Bush or the Moon. It is this opportunity for each of us to daydream a little that I so enjoy; to reflect and to contemplate and then to mould a considered (though often flawed) response; for the sheer pleasure of it. That is why we are here; for sure.
So from our hillside position we saunter and the direction of our gaze probably defines us. And this view certainly colours our understandings and our individual responses to the surrounding landscape (poetry).
…and so, fellow travellers, we gaze on
I can see your reasoning Doron for viewing/interpreting verses 3, 4, & 8 as very dark when you say;
“Now, could LC attribute all these violence to a benevolent force that is meant to awaken him? That’s a little hard to accept. Mightn’t he refer to a much darker force?”
Perhaps this is the case, (but, there is always a “but”
) verse 9 takes us/me in a different direction; it is a different “moment”, a shift in attitude in the song.
Listen again to the music of verse 9…and then tell me again that there is no hope peppered into this lament, Doron.
I hear hope; hope breaking out of despair; like a “wounded dawn” …like that thankful cry of David, his “broken hallelujah”.
Elsewhere on this album/C.D I hear Leonard hovering around the same wounded hallelujah (synthesis of the two lines) when he bemoans his rise and fall yet again:
It seems that this “wounded dawn” is a recurring experience for Leonard and may be his inspiration; hence he says;
“Be the truth unsaid And the blessing gone, If I forget My Babylon.”
The “darkness” is a muse of a sort
Perhaps he feels/intuits that either Life or his G~d orchestrate this recurring “Le Schute” (This Camus-esq Fall) in order to “Wake him up” (Buddhist Awakening).
Of course one could blame poor old Satan for this “Fall”, but Satan only does the work that Leonard’s G~d ordains according to the author of The Book of Job. (And I choose this book as my definer of all things Shaitan/Satan.)
(As I have mentioned to you before, D.B, I love this little book (of Job) and it’s interesting expose` of Satan’s limits when Job’s God says to Satan, “You may do what you like to Job, but you may not kill him.”
And Satan saunters off; yet operates within the limits that Job’s God set for him.)
But really, I’m not big on “dark forces’ and “satan’s” and such. We all have our part to play, our job to do in this Masquerade. As I have often said, the ‘darkness’ that man is exposed to, in my opinion, is his own personal ‘ignorance’; and the only significant external force is that which he may be fortunate enough to experience when, as the Buddhists say, he ‘Awakens’ into or via, that Force.
(Otherwise it would be “Ye of little faith” for this fool, Mat.)
Enlightenment is temporary, I suspect; a pebble-slippery hill-top memory at best perhaps; and perhaps this is why Leonard so often “set out one night” and goes “stumbling through the dark”; (with “Longing”) into…this Babylonian Boogie Street of ‘wounded’ and ‘broken’ awakenings.
…and that process of experiencing his ‘broken and wounded dawn’ is his inspiration.
Or similarly, as you put it in a previous post Doron,
Mat belly-button-gazer-J (as Manna so aptly defined me, once!)
Interpreting a poem, particularly Cohen’s poetry, is a tricky path to walk. You and I know we each strive to comprehend his work in a way that is satisfying to our own curious view/perception of Life. If Cohen one day stumbled on my posts, he may well laugh at the absurdity of some of my braver interpretations; and if he did laugh, I could only smile and say; “Thanks anyway Leonard for taking me to that inner-tuition, whether you intended it or not.”
Each of us who walk this rocky path of commentary, are viewing the panorama from half way up the hill, so to speak and each has the opportunity to gaze where he or she is inclined. One may search out the valleys, the crest, the local fossils/geology, a Burning Bush or the Moon. It is this opportunity for each of us to daydream a little that I so enjoy; to reflect and to contemplate and then to mould a considered (though often flawed) response; for the sheer pleasure of it. That is why we are here; for sure.
So from our hillside position we saunter and the direction of our gaze probably defines us. And this view certainly colours our understandings and our individual responses to the surrounding landscape (poetry).
…and so, fellow travellers, we gaze on

I can see your reasoning Doron for viewing/interpreting verses 3, 4, & 8 as very dark when you say;
“Now, could LC attribute all these violence to a benevolent force that is meant to awaken him? That’s a little hard to accept. Mightn’t he refer to a much darker force?”
Perhaps this is the case, (but, there is always a “but”

If you listen again to this song being sung (C.D./iPod) you will hear that the music is very Spiritual throughout verse 9. The music, more than the words in this verse of the song, sings to me of hope and redemption. The vocals in verse 9 are very uplifting from my hillside view.9.
“And he gave the wind
My wedding ring:
And he circled us
With everything.”
Listen again to the music of verse 9…and then tell me again that there is no hope peppered into this lament, Doron.
I hear hope; hope breaking out of despair; like a “wounded dawn” …like that thankful cry of David, his “broken hallelujah”.
Elsewhere on this album/C.D I hear Leonard hovering around the same wounded hallelujah (synthesis of the two lines) when he bemoans his rise and fall yet again:
(Tine/Doron/all,)“You lift me up in grace
Then you take me to a place
Where I must fall.”
It seems that this “wounded dawn” is a recurring experience for Leonard and may be his inspiration; hence he says;
“Be the truth unsaid And the blessing gone, If I forget My Babylon.”
The “darkness” is a muse of a sort
Perhaps he feels/intuits that either Life or his G~d orchestrate this recurring “Le Schute” (This Camus-esq Fall) in order to “Wake him up” (Buddhist Awakening).
Of course one could blame poor old Satan for this “Fall”, but Satan only does the work that Leonard’s G~d ordains according to the author of The Book of Job. (And I choose this book as my definer of all things Shaitan/Satan.)
(As I have mentioned to you before, D.B, I love this little book (of Job) and it’s interesting expose` of Satan’s limits when Job’s God says to Satan, “You may do what you like to Job, but you may not kill him.”
And Satan saunters off; yet operates within the limits that Job’s God set for him.)
But really, I’m not big on “dark forces’ and “satan’s” and such. We all have our part to play, our job to do in this Masquerade. As I have often said, the ‘darkness’ that man is exposed to, in my opinion, is his own personal ‘ignorance’; and the only significant external force is that which he may be fortunate enough to experience when, as the Buddhists say, he ‘Awakens’ into or via, that Force.
(Otherwise it would be “Ye of little faith” for this fool, Mat.)
Enlightenment is temporary, I suspect; a pebble-slippery hill-top memory at best perhaps; and perhaps this is why Leonard so often “set out one night” and goes “stumbling through the dark”; (with “Longing”) into…this Babylonian Boogie Street of ‘wounded’ and ‘broken’ awakenings.
…and that process of experiencing his ‘broken and wounded dawn’ is his inspiration.
Or similarly, as you put it in a previous post Doron,
“Simultaneously, he evokes the struggle of the artist, his need and sometimes his inability to sing…”
Mat belly-button-gazer-J (as Manna so aptly defined me, once!)