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Lions Roar : Nov 2007
SHAMBHALA SUN NOVEMBER 2007 70 THE PARK IS LIKE A POEM: self-contained and spare. Smokers sit on benches in the morning drizzle. Pigeons swoop over a small gazebo, under the limbs of stately trees. There is a solemn-looking house, three storeys high with a gray stone facade. It’s the only one that faces this park in the east end of Montreal, and it’s his. There are two big front doors, side by side. No numbers. No bell. No indication which one is right. You just pick, and knock. There is more than one way into the world of Leonard Cohen, and on this day, they are all open. Cohen, now seventy-two, novelist, poet, singer/songwriter, and Buddhist monk, is highly regarded all over the world, not just in his native Canada. But he dances in our heads mostly unseen, like a beau- tiful idea. It is rare that he makes himself available for scrutiny. Here he is, though, a gentleman of hip in black jeans and an unironed dress shirt beneath a pinstriped, gray-flannel jacket. Atop He Has Tried in His Way to Be Free And to a remarkable extent, Leonard Cohen is succeeding. SARAH HAMPSON had a rare opportunity to spend an afternoon with the famed singer and poet. He’s got the wisdom of age but he’s still the essence of cool—the perfect reflection of his years of Zen. CHARLAJONES/THEGLOBEANDMAIL NOV 70-77.indd 70 NOV 70-77.indd 70 8/29/07 2:22:44 PM 8/29/07 2:22:44 PM