A Thousands Kisses Deep

This week I felt very blessed to have the opportunity to enjoy Leonard Cohen‘s sold out concert! And it was… amazing.

Interesting crowd though. PLEASE note what NEVER to do at a Leonard Cohen concert:

Scream “I LOVE YOU LEONARD” while he is mid poem… this isn’t AC/DC, ma’am, and I just missed a few minutes of history because you drank too much and had flashbacks of your youth.

Plug your ears, unless the sound of amazing-ness bothers you, I don’t understand why you are plugging you ears when he is basically whispering into the microphone. You look weird. Use ear plugs, or maybe just throw on the record at home in your Snuggie.

Wear a fedora.  You will blend in, and be lost in the crowd of Leonardists.

In honour of the concert, I wanted to post my very favourite poem: A Thousand Kisses Deep. I was mesmerized when he spoke it at the concert; brought tears to my eyes.

* This is the version from his book (which I highly recommend reading, and re-reading, and re-reading) The Book of Longing *

You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat.
You´d have live alone to know
How good that feels, how sweet.
Anonymous, and hard, and fast –
(I´d know you in my sleep) –
Then born together, born at last
A thousand kisses deep.

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique –
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.

All soaked in sex, and pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
We made it to the forward deck
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked
A thousand kisses deep.

It´s true that you could lie to me
It´s true you could to cheat
The means no longer guarantee
The virtue in deceit.
That truth is bent, that beauty spent,
That style is obsolete –
O since the Holy Spirit went
A thousand kisses deep.

(So what about this inner Light
That´s boundless and unique?
I´m slouching through another night
A thousand kisses deep.)

I´m turning tricks; I´m getting fixed,
I´m back on Boogie Street.
I tried to quit the business –
Hey, I´m lazy and I´m weak.
But sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go
A thousand kisses deep.

(And fragrant is the thought of you,
The file is now complete –
Except what we forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep.)

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it´s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it´s real
A thousand kisses deep.

(I jammed with Diz and Dante –
I did not have their sweep –
But once or twice, they let me play
A thousand kisses deep.)

And I´m still working with the wine,
Still dancing cheek to cheek.
The band is playing “Auld Lang Syne” –
The heart will not retreat.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep –
Your ditch it all to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep.

And now you are the Angel Death
And now the Paraclete;
Now you are the Quickening Breath
And now the Belsen heap.
No turning from the threat of love,
No acrobatic leap –
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep

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