This week the world lost an incredible writer and musician. At the age of 82, Leonard Cohen died on Thursday 11/10/2016. I am not entirely certain I'm emotionally prepared to deal with this. While the world is falling apart over the election, I'm thinking back to my teenage years. I'm thinking about my best friend, the other half of "Carica" and laying in her psychedelic bedroom reading Cohen's poetry. The way he manipulated the English language to evoke powerful emotion became an inspiration to me as a writer. Many times I would come back to his work and I would think about the simplicity of it all and how even in the simplest terms, he could just make me feel so damned sad. I could never quite put my finger on what exactly it was that he did, what exactly it was that he had that made his writing so spectacular, but whatever it was I wanted it.
I'm a long way from those days in my best friend's bedroom, but also a long way from Leonard Cohen status. But, thanks to the incredible body of work he left behind, I know I can always cast a glance Heaven-ward and search for the right words and maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll be blessed with some of his muse. Rest in peace, Mr. Cohen. I will not be looking for another, as I wander in my time. There will never be another you. Thanks for providing all the right words at all the right times. I tried to do you justice here, but know that my words are inadequate to describe such an incredibly gifted man.
***For as long as I can remember, one of my favorite pieces has been "Hey That's No Way To Say Goodbye". This is a quote from there.