Was reading a review of a Leonard Cohen concert ... In part ...
"“Reach into the vineyard of arteries for my heart / Eat the fruit of ignorance and share with me the mist and fragrance of dying,” he wrote in “The Spice Box of Earth.” As an aging lion with a storied past, he does not wish to retire or retreat, but to invite others to accompany him in old age. The love he never gave, he wants to give now.
“I had wonderful love, but I did not give back wonderful love,” he wistfully told a Swedish reporter in the 1990s, according to The New York Times. “I was obsessed with some fictional sense of separation. I couldn’t touch the thing that was offered me, and it was offered me everywhere.”
Growing old means admitting regret, and it has made his music more melancholy."
Regret? I gotta think on that. Maybe it's too late, Lennie? or maybe it's never too late? Time don't pass slowly up here in the endgame.
Back hurts more than usual, today. Need especially today to construct gratitude.
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