Kateri Tekakwitha (1656 – April 17, 1680), the Algonquin–Mohawk woman featured in Leonard Cohen’s 1966 novel, “Beautiful Losers” and canonized as a saint in 2012, moved to the Jesuit mission village of Kahnawake, south of Montreal, after she converted to Roman Catholicism at age nineteen and lived there the last five years of her life.
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— Miley Ray Cyrus (@MileyCyrus) June 18, 2016
Six hours ago, the official Miley Cyrus Twitter account displayed a copy of Leonard Cohen’s Beautiful Losers held in hand with a half-dozen gold heart emoji in the caption This comes on the heels of her May 31, 2016 performance of Cohen’s “I’m Your Man” on NBC’s Maya & Marty show.
Credit Due Department: Thanks go to the ever vigilant Henry Tengelsen, who spotted this item.
Leonard Cohen’s work contains too many allusions, references, and metaphors related to firearms to provide an exhaustive list in this post. The following samples are representative.
From “Love Calls You By Your Name:”
Shouldering your loneliness
like a gun that you will not learn to aim,
Well, maybe there is a God above,
But all that I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
From “Field Commander Cohen:”
Leave it all and like a man,
come back to nothing special,
such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
silver bullet suicides,
and messianic ocean tides,
and racial roller-coaster rides
and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.
From “Night Comes On:”
We were fighting in Egypt
When they signed this agreement
That nobody else had to die
There was this terrible sound
And my father went down
With a terrible wound in his side
He said, Try to go on
Take my books, take my gun
Remember, my son, how they lied
And the night comes on
What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is a caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape.
From Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen
Note: Originally posted December 30, 2008 at DrHGuy.com, a predecessor of Cohencentric
Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.
From Beautiful Losers