Leonard cohen
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“If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn, they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.” Lyrics from Sisters of Mercy by Leonard Cohen Because my mum is in love with Leonard Cohen….and for other reasons to do with mothers and sons. Photo taken at Burwood cemetary Melbourne, and manipulated in photoshop.
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A Haunting place of mystery and intrigue in the old town of Palma; and dedicated to the hauntingly incredible and inspirational Leonard Cohen
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I spent a couple of hours this evening taking photos for a CD cover I am putting together. The CD is for a friend who owns one of the loveliest little joints in Melbourne called the Famous Blue Raincoat. If any of you are thinking that it sounds familiar well it is the title of an old Leonard Cohen song... One of his best in my opinion… Anyway, James – is a Jazz guitarist who used to teach Oscar Dawson how to play the guitar and occasionally plays with him at the Raincoat. The CD is a compilation of songs from artists who regularly perform at the Raincoat, so I will probably be adding little bits here and there as I capture them along the way!
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Oscar Dawson from Dukes of Windsor jamming out some very cool tunes at the Raincoat….
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During the mid-gig interval I even had time to catch this sublime event. even the notoriously fickle Irish Heaven’s cooperated that evening. It lashed rain at the fiollowing night’s gig…
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leonard cohen finished! / 07 02 2008 very minor touch ups since yesterday desmond’s leonard cohen .
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So I am still gathering photos for the CD cover I am designing for the Famous Blue Raincoat, and you will recognise the scene, but I just adored how this came out… Shot on 35mm out of date slide film cross processed… Because it is so dark inside and the dark areas are black I love how you cannot see where the frame ends and the new one begins to make the perfect panorama!
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My favourite little Bar/Cafe in South Kingsville…. This was put together for them…. The Famous Blue Raincoat
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Ring the bells that still can ring / Forget your perfect offering / There is a crack in everything / That’s how the light gets in. From ‘Anthem’ by Leonard Cohen
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This t-shirt is the first in a series inspired by the lyrics of Leonard Cohen. / www.duncanfitzgerald.com
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A tribute to Leonard Cohen
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Leonard Cohen
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Monday 26 January 2009
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The photograph was taken with a macro lens and is a small / part of a rock wall. I wondered what he is playing. Many songs / came to mind and I decided to choose the legendary Leonard / Cohen’s lyrics of his song Democracy. Since most of us have favorite / songs, what do you think he is playing? Democracy / It’s coming through a hole in the air, / from those nights in Tiananmen Square. / It’s coming from the feel / that this ain’t exactly real, / or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there. / From the wars against disorder, / from the sirens night and day, / from the fires of the homeless, / from the ashes of the gay: / Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It’s coming through a crack in the wall; / on a visionary flood of alcohol; / from the staggering account / of the Sermon on the Mount / which I don’t pretend to understand at all. / It’s coming from the silence / on the dock of the bay, / from the brave, the bold, the battered / heart of Chevrolet: / Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It’s coming from the sorrow in the street, / the holy places where the races meet; / from the homicidal bitchin’ / that goes down in every kitchen / to determine who will serve and who will eat. / From the wells of disappointment / where the women kneel to pray / for the grace of God in the desert here / and the desert far away: / Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. Sail on, sail on / O mighty Ship of State! / To the Shores of Need / Past the Reefs of Greed / Through the Squalls of Hate / Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on. It’s coming to America first, / the cradle of the best and of the worst. / It’s here they got the range / and the machinery for change / and it’s here they got the spiritual thirst. / It’s here the family’s broken / and it’s here the lonely say / that the heart has got to open / in a fundamental way: / Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It’s coming from the women and the men. / O baby, we’ll be making love again. / We’ll be going down so deep / the river’s going to weep, / and the mountain’s going to shout Amen! / It’s coming like the tidal flood / beneath the lunar sway, / imperial, mysterious, / in amorous array: / Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. / Sail on, sail on … I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean / I love the country but I can’t stand the scene. / And I’m neither left or right / I’m just staying home tonight, / getting lost in that hopeless little screen. / But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags / that Time cannot decay, / I’m junk but I’m still holding up this little wild bouquet: / Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. / Please view this in the large format.
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There are wonders in true affection: it is a body of enigmas, mysteries, and riddles; wherein two so become one, as they both become two…... Words by Sir Thomas Browne 1650 – 1682 Music – In My Secret Life – Leonard Cohen June 6th 2009
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/ I have been intrigued with Leonard Cohen all my adult life..I own all his music and writings, and in fact studied his work in University... / This is my interpretation of “The Stranger”...a figure, part human, part landscape, faceless, featureless, with light shining right through him as if he were not really there, at one with the trees and the hills…his stance is vaguely menacing, his person anonymous…we know him and yet we don’t at the same time….even thought I knew it by heart, I listened to the song over and over while I painted…as the initial colours became darker and darker, I felt I knew The Stranger, seen him in fact…in reality I have never met anyone remotely like him, but I think many women do know him…..the lyrics tell the whole story and listening to LC brings it to life…only he knows who The Stranger really is. It’s true that all the men you knew were dealers / who said they were through with dealing / Every time you gave them shelter / I know that kind of man / It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone / who is reaching for the sky just to surrender / who is reaching for the sky just to surrender. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind / you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter / Like any dealer he was watching for the card / that is so high and wild / he’ll never need to deal another / He was just some Joseph looking for a manger / He was just some Joseph looking for a manger. And then leaning on your window sill / he’ll say one day you caused his will / to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter / And then taking from his wallet / an old schedule of trains, he’ll say / I told you when I came I was a stranger / I told you when I came I was a stranger. But now another stranger seems / to want you to ignore his dreams / as though they were the burden of some other / O you’ve seen that man before / his golden arm dispatching cards / but now it’s rusted from the elbows to the finger / And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter / Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter. Ah you hate to watch another tired man / lay down his hand / like he was giving up the holy game of poker / And while he talks his dreams to sleep / you notice there’s a highway / that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder / and suddenly you feel a little older You tell him to come in sit down / but something makes you turn around / The door is open you can’t close your shelter / You try the handle of the road / It opens do not be afraid / It’s you my love, you who are the stranger / It’s you my love, you who are the stranger. Well, I’ve been waiting, I was sure / we’d meet between the trains we’re waiting for / I think it’s time to board another / Please understand, I never had a secret chart / to get me to the heart of this / or any other matter / When he talks like this / you don’t know what he’s after / When he speaks like this, / you don’t know what he’s after. Let’s meet tomorrow if you choose / upon the shore, beneath the bridge / that they are building on some endless river / Then he leaves the platform / for the sleeping car that’s warm / You realize, he’s only advertising one more shelter / And it comes to you, he never was a stranger / And you say ok the bridge or someplace later. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind … / And leaning on your window sill … / I told you when I came I was a stranger. Leonard Cohen LISTEN TO THE SONG Acrylic on Canvas
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modified didgial photograph of my oil painting of the same subject
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modified digital photograph of my original watercolour painting of the same subject
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This was a fun one. I got to caricature many of my all time favorites, who also happen to have voices that may not be called ‘traditionally good.’ It’s mixed media (CF Payne method) and still available!
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MUSIC Watching so many drink until destruction is a dark task, / burden to those born tied to the currents of dark rivers. Featured in ! Inspired Art !
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