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The following article appeared in the Los Angeles Reader, August 27, 1993. |
The Prophet of Love Looks into the Abyss: |
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Leonard CohenBy Dev Sherlock
You're publishing an anthology of your lyrics, prose and poetry, Stranger Music. What were your feelings, going back over all of your past work? Well, I've been struggling with this collection for many years, and really could never get around to confronting the various dismalities that were presented me, just the meagerness of the whole thing. But I think I'm glad to have this period of my work over and documented. It kind of cleans the drawer. You know, the devil laughs when you make plans, but I think I can start now. It's nice to have this work out. It goes from my very first book, Let Us Compare Mythologies [1956] to the 1992 album, The Future, and I feel that brings to conclusion a certain cycle of work. A long cycle! A long cycle, yes. But don't forget, the Hindus believe that Krishna appears once every 8 billion years in human form. So, compared to those kinds of clocks, this is a very swift-moving pace.
I'm not disgraced by it. I don't think that pride comes into it after a certain point. Because if you examine the matter with any kind of understanding, you know that you're up against Dante and Homer, and Shakespeare and Auden and Yeats and Ginsberg--you're up against some pretty heavy hired guns who have taken this on. But I think it deserves to be collected. And how much of it deserves to live is anybody's guess. How do some of the lyrics compare, then, with more contemporary songwriting--say, the last 30-40 years? Well, it's always interesting to speculate on how important you are, y'know. Or if, indeed, you have any importance. And each generation so radically revises the opinions of the generation previous to it that it's pretty hard to survive in this racket at all. So, as I'm fond of saying, my work has lasted about as long as the Volvo: 30 years. And whether it will go on, like some of those old Ford trucks you see in certain parts of the country where someone has taken care of them since 1922...I don't know how long I'll last. It's been my best shot so far, I never played with it, I never fooled around with it. I always thought I was in it for the long haul. And I never deliberately--once or twice I weakened and let a line go by that probably needed another year of incubation. But not in my last few records. Has songwriting become easier or more difficult? It remains difficult. And even though you get a little bit slower--I guess matadors, hunters and fishermen will tell you, you do get a little bit slower, but you learn a few shortcuts. But it's the same risk, and the same time, and it doesn't get any easier. And I must always make this caveat--the fact that the song takes a long time to write is no guarantee of its excellence. You know, people write great songs in half an hour, 20 minutes. There's two tribes: There's ones who do it like that, and ones who do it like me. Do you still view songwriting as a "heroic enterprise"? Only for myself. I think if anybody hangs in there long enough at whatever they're doing--whether it's fishing or journalism or cabinet making--it represents a kind of heroic attention, because almost everything in the world conspires to whisper in your ear, at increasing volume, "Sit down and shut up." So, anybody who continues to show up at whatever they're doing deserves a certain kind of applause. Who currently blows you away as a songwriter? This isn't quite the moment to ask me, because I've been on the road for a long time and one's disinterest in music becomes Himalayan in proportion. But, you know, if I hear George Jones singing "Grand Tour," it can blow me away. If I hear Otis Redding singing "These Arms." But your interest in music diminishes dramatically when you're on the road. In fact, we've created a "music crime" on the bus, which is, y'know, if you play music... The first time was the night before last, when we actually listened to some bebop, some jazz, some Miles, Bud Powell. It's been a long time since anybody dared to play a note of prerecorded music on the bus. [laughs] We're coming to the end of the tour. How about kindred spirits--do you feel you have any out there? Innumerable. Numberless. Way beyond this tiny enterprise in which I'm involved. Any thoughts on what you want to do next? Again, the devil laughs when you make plans. But I feel that with this last album and this compilation and the reissuing of my novels, a big space has been cleared which, God willing, I'll be able to repopulate with some interesting creatures. And I look forward to being able to do that, God-given the time. What is the most rewarding aspect of what you do? Love is the reward for work. Norman Mailer said that and I thought it was very, very good.
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