This week I attended a most amazing concert by Perla Batalla (perla.com) – celebrating the release of her new CD, Bird on the Wire, The Songs of Leonard Cohen. In her early career days in the late 60’s she landed a great gig as a backup singer touring with Leonard Cohen, and now twenty years later has released her own tribute and tour to the poetry of Cohen.
Leonard Cohen, known for over four decades of poetic musical brilliance is being honoured this coming March as the 23rd induction to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. This 1934 Canadian born talent was first known for his literary genius releasing his collection of poetry, Let Us Compare Mythologies (1956), The Spice-Box of Earth (1961), and Flowers for Hitler (1964), and his novels The Favourite Game (1963), and Beautiful Losers (1966). In the 1960’s he embarked on a hugely-successful music career as a song-writer with Judy Collins recording his unmistakably-Cohen hit Suzanne. Over a dozen books later, and dozens of albums and recordings and as many awards and recognitions world-wide, Cohen is unquestionably a very celebrated literary and musical genius.
I mention all this, to point out that writing, the poetry of stringing those words, whether in a rhythmic chant on paper, a complex novel, or a haunting melody in the air, is a gift from somewhere out in the universe, delivered through the writer and on to the page. Cohen’s brilliantly simple gift of bringing complex emotion to a blank piece of paper, comes from that very same deep dark place within where all writers go to, to write from. Perla Batalla, in her emotional magical delivery of Cohen’s words joked that they never talked about the meaning behind his lyrical rants.
In my teenage angst in the 60’s & 70’s, Cohen words meant nothing and everything and more, inspiring swirling emotion and deep desires as a young writer to create equally haunting words that meant simply nothing more than that which the reader wanted to read, but everything gut-churning that the writer needed to write.
I aspired to Cohen’s gift of words. As a writer discover what inspires you to want to dig deep and pull out the passion in your very soul. The poetry of words doesn’t mean a poem, for me it means a passion.
“Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there … And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.” Leonard Cohen