Leonard Cohen died at age 82. I was introduced to his work in the early 1970s by a friend and colleague named Perry Youngblood. In his biography, and at other times, Cohen wrote that he was first and foremost a poet, but turned to song because he could not make a living just writing and publishing poetry. His poetry became beautiful songs, sometimes dark and sultry and sometimes spiritual and sexy.
Before his muse Marianne Ihlen died in July, Leonard Cohen penned her a final letter: ‘Well Marianne, it’s come to this time when we are really so old and our bodies are falling apart and I think I will follow you very soon.”