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posted January 06, 2008 03:24 PM         

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I am in love with this book,
with Leonard Cohen,
with God.

Please, find a copy and read and treasure it.

This is a bible.

I'm on a mission now,
and I'll be copying a lot of it out on this thread.
I'm busy today, or I would start right now.

I love you all.

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posted January 06, 2008 04:20 PM         

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I don't know why, but I'm excited about this.

I love you, too.

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posted January 06, 2008 11:45 PM         

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posted January 08, 2008 06:32 PM         

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posted January 09, 2008 11:02 AM         

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Me five!!!

Thanks HSC!!!

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posted January 09, 2008 11:11 AM         

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Leonard Cohen- I'm Your Man!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPUnexRUD4U&feature=related

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posted January 09, 2008 11:16 AM         

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Leonard Cohen Files
http://www.leonardcohenfiles.com/

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posted January 10, 2008 12:42 AM         

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Ordered it a few days ago with some extra text books. Everyone come back to post your reviews/discussion!

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posted January 14, 2008 10:48 PM         

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I stopped to listen, but he did not come. I began again with a sense of loss. As this sense deepened I heard him again. I stopped stopping and I stopped starting, and I allowed myself to be crushed by ignorance. This was a strategy, and didnt work at all. Much time, years were wasted in such a minor mode. I bargain now. I offer buttons for his love. I beg for mercy. Slowly he yields. Haltingly he moves toward his throne. Reluctantly the angels grant to one another permission to sing. In a transition so delicate it cannot be marked, the court is established on beams of golden symmetry, and once again I am a singer in the lower choirs, born fifty years ago to raise my voice this high, and no higher.

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posted January 14, 2008 10:53 PM         

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When I left the king I began to rehearse what I would say to the world: long rehearsals full of revisions, imaginary applause, humiliations, edicts of revenge. I grew swollen as I conspired with my ambition, I struggled, I expanded, and when the term was up, I gave birth to an ape. After some small inevitable misunderstanding, the ape turned on me. Limping, stumbling, I fled back to the swept courtyards of the king. 'Where is your ape?' the king demanded. 'Bring me your ape.' The work is slow. The ape is old. He clowns behind his bars, imitating our hands in the dream. He winks at my official sense of urgency. What king, he wants to know. What courtyard? What highway?

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posted January 14, 2008 10:55 PM         

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I heard my soul singing behind a leaf, plucked the leaf, but then I heard it singing behind a veil. I tore the veil, but then I heard it singing behind a wall. I broke the wall, and I heard my soul singing against me. I built up the wall, mended the curtain, but I could not put back the leaf. I held it in my hand and I heard my soul singing mightily against me. This is what its like to study without a friend.

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posted January 14, 2008 11:02 PM         

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After searching among the words, and never finding ease, I went to you, I asked you to gladden my heart. My prayer divided against itself, I was ashamed to have been deceived again, and bitterly, in the midst of loud defeat, I went out myself to gladden the heart. It was here that I found my will, a fragile thing, starving among ferns and women and snakes. I said to my will, 'Come, let us make ourselves ready to be touched by the angel of song,' and suddenly I was once again on the bed of defeat in the middle of the night, begging for mercy, searching among the words. With the two sheilds of bitterness and hope, I rose up carefully, and I went out of the house to rescue the angel of song from the place where she had chained herself to her nakedness. I covered her nakedness with my will, and we stood in the kingdom that shines towards you, where Adam is mysteriously free, and I searched among the words for words that would not bend the will away from you.

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posted January 15, 2008 05:28 AM         

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posted January 17, 2008 12:04 AM         

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love #3

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