A Reading of Leonard Cohen’s “The Future” – Heidi Hochenedel

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THE LEONARD COHEN FILES

In his 1992 album The Future, poet and musician Leonard Cohen combines images, both sacred and profane, to reveal a stunning vision of the apocalypse and the means to salvation. Although Cohen is a Jewish student of Buddhism, he frequently uses Christian mythology in his writing. The purpose of this essay is to read closely the first song on this album, “The Future,” in order to uncover a somewhat coherent vision of the apocalypse. We shall see that although Cohen describes the apocalypse from a Judeo-Christian perspective, he also incorporates the Buddhist concept of Nirvana in this song.

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it’s lonely here there’s no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me baby, that’s an order!

The first two lines in this stanza demand both suffering and…

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Tar – Scott Walker

Sick! Insane! Beautiful! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtyadMfQclI [Verse 1] Flat nose whistle goes up ahead Up ahead on the El Greco grunt [Chorus 1] God creates man and then animals Bilge! God creates animals and then man Jackaroo in the slew Let its tinnitustic needles sew back shadow [Verse 2] She holds a baby made of towels all … Continue lendo Tar – Scott Walker

Jolson & Jones – Scott Walker

Scott Walker: musically "sick", gone mad, beautiful, magnanimous, diabolic, sublime. One of ours... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fJ0_uWjMfk As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodshot head Curare! Curare! Curare! Brogue cries from the street Curare! Curare! As the grossness of spring rose A tumor balloon to squeak … Continue lendo Jolson & Jones – Scott Walker

The Donkey-Headed Adversary of Humanity – Sleepytime Gorilla Museum

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The Donkey-Headed Adversary of Humanity opens the book
The Donkey-Headed Adversary of Humanity opens the discussion

I am the adversary
And must remain the adversary
I am not yours to embrace
I am not yours to invoke

The Donkey-Headed Adversary of Humanity sleeps in the hall
Watches for signs of our imminent demise in the scratchings on the wall
The Donkey-Headed Adversary of Humanity sleeps in the park
Listens for sounds of our eminent decay in the singing of a solitary lark

Mankind is a plague
Breathing hell into every corner of the rotting earth
Even now in this our finest hour
I feel the hate of every stone, tree and flower

Even now we fall under the long shadow of the donkey’s ears
Even now we listen for the slow grinding of the donkey’s teeth
Lalala, we weep in the din of the stomping of the donkey’s black hoof

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The Memo – Father John Misty

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzuzDTHs3Uo I'm gonna steal some bedsheets From an amputee I'm gonna mount 'em on a canvas In the middle of the gallery I'm gonna tell everybody It was painted by a chimpanzee Just between you and me Here at the cultural low watermark If it's fraud or art They'll pay you to believe I'm gonna … Continue lendo The Memo – Father John Misty

“Nossa última perda, a Música” (Emil Cioran)

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Só amam a música aqueles que sofrem por causa da vida. A paixão musical substitui todas as formas de vida que não foram vividas e compensa no plano da experiência íntima as satisfações encerradas no círculo dos valores vitais. Quando se sofre vivendo, a necessidade de um mundo novo, distinto do que vivemos habitualmente, nasce de forma imperiosa para não diluir-nos em um vazio interior. E esse mundo só a música pode trazê-lo. Todas as outras artes descobrem novas visões, configurações ou formas novas; somente a música traz um novo mundo. As obras mais importantes da pintura, por maior que seja o enlevo que te produza sua contemplação, te obrigam a fazer comparações com o mundo de todos os dias e, por conseguinte, não te oferecem a possibilidade de entrar em um mundo absolutamente distinto. Em todas as outras artes, tudo está próximo, mas não tanto que se torne uma…

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