![]() | ||
![]() Naslovnica U tijeku Dobro došli Biografija Dear Heather Omiljena igra 15 dana Albumi, stihovi Knjige, studije Filmovi, spotovi Citati Prepjevi Prijevodi Hrvatski arhiv Ex-Yu izdanja Srđan Depolo Pjesnički kutak Impressum, zahvale Linkovi ![]() Welcome Sharon Robinson Archives Old Ideas Gallery of Books Lyrics, musicians He Said... They Said... Who Is Who? Lost Songs Artwork Credits & Copyrights Links ![]() The Leonard Cohen Files Leonard Cohen Forum Speaking Cohen dearheather.com The Essential 10newsongs.com Field Commander Cohen Anjani Thomas Sharon Robinson I'm Your Live Man Cohen Chords Diamonds in the Lines Leonard Cohen WebRing ![]() World Tour 2008/09 www.leonardcohenart.com Drawn to Words bookoflonging.com bluealertmusic.com I'm Your Man Soundtrack I'm Your Man Film Site I'm Your Man Film Blog I'm Your Man @ MySpace Lian Lunson @ MySpace Blue Alert @ MySpace |
I guess it’s legitimate not to like someone’s work,
but somehow those descriptions of my work got into the computer, you
know, there was “suicide”, or “bedsit”, or “gloom”, “depressive”,
“melancholy”, and every time they’d tap out my name those descriptions
would come up. You know, as though seriousness had no place in song.
The songs we love best are the sad songs. I know something’s
gotten into the computer under my name. And every time they press
the button out come “gloom”, “despair”, “depression”, “melancholy”.
It gets a bit tedious. But I’ve gotten accustomed to this tag. (1988) I sometimes see myself in the Court of Ferdinand, singing my
songs to girls over a lute. (1967) I sometimes in my wilder moments consider myself the
leader of a government in exile. (1985) I don’t go around
looking for joy. I don’t go around loking for melancholy either. I
don’t have a programme. I’m not on an archeological expedition. (1974) A pessimist is someone
who is waiting for it to rain. But I’m already soaked to the skin.
(1993) I’ve always been on the outside. My mother used to leave me outside
in the snow in the winter in Montreal. She ussed to dress me very
warmly and then just leave me outside. I could never get in, and those
Montreal winter were bitter. (1985) They used to say
razor blades should be distributed with my records. (1992) I’ve been living in an exploded landscape for a long time. I
have a place to situate all of this. Because I’ve felt that things
were going to blow up – it wasn’t as specific as the twin towers –
but I’ve felt for some time there was going to be a shaking of the
situation. I do feel anxious a lot of the time. I don’t know whether my
anxiety is more intense than anybody else’s. I suspect that it isn’t.
But there’s also a confusion between depression and seriousness. I
happen to like the mode of seriousness. (1979) There’s a place for
my kind of music although it can never be mainstream. It is a sanctuary
for me and for the people who can use it that way. That’s what I use
it for. A sanctuary. (1972) Perhaps the songs have a form or a mood that is melancholy but
they are not meant to depress. On the contrary, I know that in some
cases they can have the opposite effect. (1974) I would say I write
my songs for people who find themselves in the kinds of predicaments
that I found myself in. I think that’s a wide number of people. You
could roughly call these people the broken-hearted. (1988) I have explored the
same territory – in many different ways – because I have no answers
to the problems and because I keep going to the same sources because
they are timeless. And as I get older, I hope I can explore them more
deeply, and with more courage and honesty rather than just urgency.
Irving Layton, the great Canadian poet, once wrote about me that “Leonard
Cohen has been blessed with never having had an original idea,” and
I take that as a compliment because these things are what everybody
goes through. Everybody lives the life of the heart, and we all know
what it’s like to feel and break down, and I think we cherish that
in our musicians and singers when they reveal that. My depression, so bleak and anguished, was just crucial, and
I couldn’t shake it, it wouldn’t go away. I didn’t know what it was.
I was ashamed of it, because it would be there even when things were
good, and I would be saying to myself, “Really, what have you got
to complain about?” But for people who suffer from acute clinical
depression, it is quite irrelevant what the circumstances of your
life are. So one day, a few years ago, I was in a car, on my way to the
airport. I was really, really low, on many medications, and pulled
over, I reached behind to my valise, took out the pills, and threw
out all the drugs I had. I said, “These things really don't even begin
to confront my predicament.” I figured, If I am going to go down I
would rather go down with my eyes wide open. A big part of my life has been about overcoming depression. But as
far as I could see, there was nothing to be depressed about (...)
I had a deep sense of suffering that influenced most of my life. Most
of my activities were about drinking, taking drugs, courting women
or flirting with religious studies. With all this I tried to confront
this depression that I simply couldn’t penetrate. I think people, perhaps legitimately sometimes, feel that anguish
or suffering is the engine of creativity. It’s a very popular notion...
I think most people live their lives in an emergency, and I’m certainly
not unique in this respect. I have certainly battled depression over
the years, and my time on Mount Baldy was one of the remedies. And
I found that my depression might have been the background of my work,
but not the spur, not the trigger. Although, without that background,
the work isn’t easier. You know, lifting boulders isn’t easier when
you’re in a good mood. Most of the songs that we love are sad songs, because we experience
profound disappointment in our lives, all of us. And to hear it sung,
well, that’s what this whole racket is about, isn’t it? It's too late to be depressed. From the letters I receive,
I understand that many people who are or have been in the same situation
have felt a kind of relief, a healing while listening to my songs.
This is something that I have been very thankful for. If somebody
has got enough time - or are bored enough - to examine my entire work
in books and songs, there will, to a certain extent, be an exact description
of the process and a few insights in the matter along the way. But
I don't imagine that I am a therapist nor possess wisdom about what
it is all about. I have described it as well as I could. ![]()
| |