“May everyone live, may everyone die“
Leonard Cohen was never given to youthful frivolity. Or, if he ever was, we didn’t see it. He just appeared on the stage world weary and love burned. Over the years that elegiac tone has become more and more, shall I say, flattering. In the sense that the persona has grown to so perfectly fit the man. Because there’s two kinds of poets – the flame-out die young ones, and the ones who were meant to be old all along. Maybe Cohen would agree that growing old is the revenge of the ugly. It’s sad to see a formerly beautiful satyr who’s lost his youthful mojo, that’s the tragedy of being a figure of beauty. Meanwhile the homely age with dignity, armed with their hard-earned lessons, etched all over with character.