About number of psalms, I am sure that Leonard decided to publish 50 because the book marked his 50th birthday. It was the time to see who he is and where he is ("... I am a singer in the lower choirs, born fifty years ago to raise my voice this high, and no higher").
I am little off the discussion because I am lost these days in the midst of my essay about Favourite Game (based on my one year old afterword to Croatian edition), because I added few pages in the middle which deals mostly with Book of Longing, so I ruined the composition. Anyhow, what I wanted to say, is that there on the end of Favourite Game there's a crucial moment of decision for Breavman (and we can read it like Cohen's autopoetical statement), when he chooses God and writing instead of Shell (although in same paragraph he has realised that Shell is Shell, real woman with the adress, not a concept - so much about feminist critique of Cohen's machism). What I find very interesting is that there's piece of text, paragrapgh, actually the prayer very similar to Book of Mercy's psalms, written 20 years later.
[i]The Favourite Game[/i], IV, 15 wrote:Now we must take a closer look at Breavman's journal:
Friday night. Sabbath. Ritual music on the PA. Holy, holy,
holy, Lord God of Hosts. The earth is full of your glory. If I
could only end my hate. If I could believe what they wrote and
wrapped in silk and crowned with gold. I want to write the
word.
All our bodies are brown. All the children are dressed in
white. Make us able to worship.
Take me home again. Build up my house again. Make me a
dweller in thee. Take my pain. I can't use it any longer. It makes
nothing beautiful. It makes the leaves into cinders. It makes
the water foul. It makes your body into a stone. Holy life. Let
me lead it. I don't want to hate. Let me flourish. Let the dream
of you flourish in me.
Brother, give me your new car. I want to ride to my love. In
return I offer you this wheelchair. Brother, give me all your
money. I want to buy everything my love wants. In return I
offer you blindness so you may live the rest of your days in
absolute control over everyone. Brother, give me your wife. It
is she whom I love. In return I have commanded all the whores
of the city to give you infinite credit.
Thou. Help me to work. All the works of my hand belong to
you. Do not let me make my offering so paltry. Do not make
me insane. Do not let me descend raving your name.
I have no taste for flesh but my own.
Lead me away from safety. There is no safety where I am.
How shall I dedicate my days to thee? Now I have finally
said it. How shall I dedicate my days to thee?
In any case, on the very beginning of Leonard Cohen I'm Your Man he mumbles "I was born in chains, I was taken" on unknown melody. What we actually hear is actually - I believe - the unfinished song titled Born In Chains and Taken Out of Egypt, which was later developed into a mundane song I Can't Forget. This is not so unconnected to Book of Mercy - it actually has been written over the same period. What he "can't forget" is actually Holocaust, Exodus. "That song [I Can't Forget] started off as a song about the exodus of the Hebrew people from Egypt. As a metaphor for the journey of the soul from bondage into freedom. It started out, I was born in chains but I was taken out of Egypt / I was bound to a burden but the burden it was raised / Lord I can no longer keep this secret / Blessed is the name, the name be praised. It went on like that for a long, long time, and I went into the studio and tried to sing this song about how I was born in chains and I was taken... But I wasn't born in chains and I wasn't taken out of Egypt, and not only that, but I was on the edge of what was going to become a very serious nervous breakdown. So I hadn't had the burden lifted and the whole thing was a lie! It was wishful thinking. And this song, "Taken Out of Egypt," took months and months to write. Nobody believes me when I say these things but I have the notebooks and I don't fill them in an evening. And there were many of them. So it wasn't as if I had an endless supply of songs: I had to start over. And I was saying to myself, 'What is my life?' and that's when I started writing that lyric: I stumble out of bed / I got ready for the struggle / I smoked a cigarette / And I tightened up my gut / I said this can't be me / Must be my double / And I can't forget / I can't forget / But I don't remember what. That was really true." (http://www.leonardcohenlive.com/storero ... ttakes.htm)