![]() ![]() Sherman embodied all of the sexual freedom and guiltless love that Cohen had had difficulty finding in other women. ![]() Part of what caught me in this collection, specifically, was the description of Anne Sherman, muse for another of my favourite poems of his. It all keeps us such sweet company.I remember going to the Chelsea Hotel in New York, running by and through with Stephen Brockwell and Clare Latremouille back in 2003, images of, among others, Cohen running like sugarplums through our heads. I believe I will trust myself with the care of my soul. The sandalwood is on fire in this small hotel on Jasper Street. Today I sit in a borrowed apartment in Edmonton, and keep thinking about this poem of his from Selected Poems 1956-1968 (McClelland & Stewart, 1968), one of the poems of his that I keep returning to, and perhaps, one of my favourite pieces of his: ![]() How can anyone not want to read about Leonard? The poet-priest of Montreal, who I think every single one of us either wanted as lover or role model or both (I wanted as role model, for the record) when we were seventeen years old. ![]() Nadel (Vintage, 1997), a book I’ve actually been wanting to read for some time. The past week or so I’ve been reading a friend’s copy of Various Positions: a life of Leonard Cohen by Ira B. ![]()
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