The Leonard Cohenness of things
Awhile back I did a meme on Facebook that involved making a list of sixteen albums (CDs, for you whippersnappers) that had been really influential in my life. Only one musician got two spots on my list.
That musician is Leonard Cohen.
No one writes about being a sentient, flawed, loving, sexing, joying, sorrowing human creature better than he does and has done for the last forty years. I am a sucker for a person who is full of a certain kind of seekingness and a certain kind of strangeness and oh my lord Leonard Cohen is one of those people. I love the fact that he’s a sybarite with a soul, a Buddhist with a boner. Dichotomy is delicious, always. And he also wrote one of the most shattering and resonant lyrics I have ever heard: “There is a crack in everything / That’s how the light gets in”, which for me is not only the most succinct explanation and defense and celebration of the aesthetic principle of wabi sabi
I’ve ever heard but is also pretty much the reason I get out of bed every morning — to maybe be graced one of those moments of epiphanic illuminatory brainrush and heartpound and skinprickle that can only happen when the light finds an unexpected path in. Yes. Oh how grateful I am for the Leonard Cohenness of things.