COME HEALING: ANCIENT RESINS (for Leonard Cohen), by AFTELIER PERFUMES (2012)

I am so sorry that the brilliant Leonard Cohen had to die at the worst possible time.

Perhaps that is why he did. Maybe he just couldn’t take the horror that has beset us.

 

 

I must also apologise if this post seems weird, as he was very much alive when Mandy made this perfume for him, and I have just re-posted it on reflex without re-reading it. I am feeling quite deranged, in truth, as I am sure many of us are. The debacle (I can’t even repeat Its name, right now) has left me feeling panicked, claustrophobic, and asphyxiated: oppressed, and panicked, that a new dawn of fascism is upon us. I am blindly reposting things, like the Comme Des Garcons, because it seemed right, but suddenly seems wrong, and this, ditto, because my whole world, and yours I am sure, has been scrambled. I honestly can’t quite think straight.

 

This man, though, the artist above, who has just passed away, was so much the opposite of that vile hollow creature that it hurts to even include them in the same sentence.

 

Forgive me.

 

 

 

‘Ah, the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread. ”

“I never even knew how much I wanted you” she said.

His muscles they were numbered

and his style was obsolete.     …

 

 

 

COME HEALING: ANCIENT RESINS (for Leonard Cohen), by AFTELIER PERFUMES (2012)

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11 responses to “COME HEALING: ANCIENT RESINS (for Leonard Cohen), by AFTELIER PERFUMES (2012)

  1. Today I went running listing to my music on shuffle. In a row all the greats came on who are now no longer with us – Hendrix, Prince, Bowie, Freddie M. Arrived home and heard this. Very sad, love his distinctive sound.

  2. KitKat

    This hit me hard, as the deaths of all the greats have been hitting me harder and harder. It’s a combination of two things :

    1. At my relatively young age compared to them, I have grown up with them already being legends (so my whole life they have loomed in the pantheon of the music/literary gods) and I’ve had almost instant access to the full library of their greatest,most illuminating pieces of art. I don’t remember a time when Freddie Mercury/Queen, Bowie, Cream, Fleetwood Mac, Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell were not widely esteemed artists. They’re like my godparents. Can you imagine one day in the hopefully distant (but inevitable) future waking up to the news that Barbra Streisand, Meryl Streep, Stephen Sondheim , fill in the artistic godparent, are gone from this world?

    2. My beloved parents are not far off from the age of people like Leonard and Joni (about whom I’ve been keeping vigil the past couple of years). No more to say about that particular human dread. Look, I’m not friends with death. Sue me!

    And yes, how even more acutely I felt this loss, this week of all weeks.

  3. ninakane1

    I am gutted. Utterly gutted. Love to you xxx

  4. ninakane1

    We’ve got to step up. We’re getting old now. Our turn to sort this shitty world out. Anyoldhow we can. Our elders are gone.

  5. My husband and I the other night were just talking about Leonard cohen, we wanted to go see him the next time he comes to perform at Sydney Opera House…….what a week …

  6. Grayspoole

    Dear Neil-
    I don’t reply here often, but I just wanted you to know that your writing and your passion for perfume, music, film, and life are a light in the darkness for me and for many others. Please take good care of yourself and do not despair. When you posted your astonishingly prescient plea before the election (do you have Druid ancestors or something?) I wasn’t concerned, certain that we would get through it. Now, I am getting by and healing, I hope, by focusing on my children, friends, my work helping students at a university, and beauty wherever I can find it. And perfume. Cooking. Leonard Cohen’s life and music. Your blog.
    Ring the bells that still can ring
    Forget your perfect offering
    There is a crack in everything
    That’s how the light gets in.

  7. What a loss, at such a horrible time. This is a time when we need all the wonderful talent alive and thriving, a time when we need to know that some things still remain unchanged. I guess this wasn’t the week for that, everything is now changed 😦

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