Monday: 3 of 6

The seductive Sirens from the Cohen Brothers film, O Brother Where Art Thou which was loosely based on Homer’s epic poem, Odyssey.

Tuesday: 5 of 6

Photographer Yana Bobrykova

“When this American woman,
whose thighs are bound in casual red cloth,
comes thundering past my sitting place
like a forest-burning Mongol tribe,
the city is ravished
and brittle buildings of a hundred years
splash into the street;
and my eyes are burnt
for the embroidered Chinese girls,
already old,
and so small between the thin pines
on these enormous landscapes,
that if you turn your head
they are lost for hours.”
(When this American woman from “Let Us Compare Mythologies” by Leonard Cohen)

Friday: 1 of 6

“Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love”
(Leonard Cohen)

Thursday: 1 of 6

I love the work of American photographer/artist/model, Viva Van Story!
Photographs that spin a tale in your imagination, making you think, have
always intrigued me.
This one could be a still from a Cohen Brothers or Woody Allen film that never was.
Perhaps with the title of The Reluctant Spanker.
I have probably posted the link to Viva’s website before but here it is again!

A Slightly Surreal Sunday: 4 of 6

“I have lost a telephone
with your smell in it
I am living beside the radio
all the stations at once
but I pick out a Polish lullaby
I pick it out of the static
it fades I wait I keep the beat
it comes back almost asleep”
(‘Waiting for Marianne’ poem by Leonard Cohen)

Vintage Monday: Post 3 of 6 – Kulturschlag

Leonard Cohen in his house on the Greek island of Hydra during the 1960’s.
Hydra is a little unique as far as the Greek Islands are concerned as Hydra has never been linked to any Greek legend, god, hero, or mythological event. Nice place that depends on tourism but you can’t hire a car or a scooter as garbage trucks are the only motor vehicles on the island, as cars or motorcycles are not allowed by law. Very quiet and must have been quieter in the 1970’s when Cohen lived there.

I wonder how many people in this city
live in furnished rooms.
Late at night when I look out at the buildings
I swear I see a face in every window
looking back at me
and when I turn away
I wonder how many go back to their desks
and write this down.
(Leonard Cohen)


 “I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.
If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumours on our lips,
it is because I hear a man climb stairs
and clear his throat outside the door.”

Poem by Leonard Cohen.