Q: Are you still so eager to write if… your appetite for love is satiated? Leonard Cohen: “Marianne and I didn’t think of it as a love story. We just thought we were living together…”

Are you still so eager to write if… your appetite for love is satiated?

 

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Marianne and I didn’t think of it as a love story. We just thought we were living together. I understand the belief that if your desire for love is satisfied, you no longer have the motivation to write, but I’ve never felt that way, it’s not a mechanism that applies to me. If anything, it was the opposite: there was a woman, she had a child, meals on the table, order in the house and harmony. It was precisely the moment to start one’s own work. I could work a lot because of Marianne, I wrote Beautiful Losers and more. She brought tremendous order to my life. [Interviewer: A material order, in the way of everyday life?] If you want to call that material, okay. But the material is the spiritual, that’s the real order, there is no other. When there is food on the table, when the candles are lit, when you wash the dishes together and when you put the child in bed together – that’s the order, that’s the spiritual order, there is no other.

 

Leonard Cohen

 

From Comme Un Guerrier by Christian Fevret (Les Inrocks: Aug 21, 1991). Via online translation.

I am republishing selected posts from my former Leonard Cohen site, Cohencentric, here on AllanShowalter.com (these posts can be found at Leonard Cohen). This entry was originally posted Feb 22, 2013 at DrHGuy.com.

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  1. I actually have the original of this photo. It came to me via a most convoluted and complicated series of transfers. A good friend in Montreal, Felicity Fanjoy, who had been living on Hydra in the summer of 1973, ran into a man who had subleased Leonard’s loft in lower Manhattan, one evening in a bar in Montreal in the winter of 1974. He had a box of photos of Leonard and Marianne that he found in the loft, with him. She talked him into giving the photos to her telling him she was a friend of Leonard’s. (She said he was a real creep). She sent me this photo with a note that read “no one deserves this photo more than you.” I still have it.

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