Leonard Cohen has ambled off this mortal coil after a long Earthly existence. My friend Donna Sue Atkins introduced me to his musical performance many years ago, cueing up “Suzanne” and saying that Cohen’s banter in one concert included, “I’ve now depressed several generations . . .” I am grateful for his insights and emotional tapestries. His tortured voice will be missed.
This has been a week of doing several things at once, as are all weeks, for all of us. But when a few things forestalled my journal paging, the word Multitasking sprang to mind, and solved my daily problem of what to journal-page about.
David and Bathsheba are mentioned, as they were, sort of, in Leonard Cohen’s melancholy anthem “Hallelujah.” (I have listened to one of k.d. lang’s versions on YouTube approximately three dozen times.) My new avatar reminds me of Cohen, and the paleness of my face thus makes me a pale imitation. I wasn’t trying to imitate him, though: that pesky software Gravatar kept bugging me for a picture. The hat was purchased on the Redondo Beach pier last spring by my girlfriend, who gave it to me; it was the Performing Poet’s Fedora I always wanted. I have only worn it in public performance a handful of times, but many people have said it looks good, so here it is.
As for the heart of the matter, it is, as always, the human heart. May yours be full and fresh.