Hallelujah

When tending to an ailing mother, all is not completely lost. You help your mother out with little things and basically you sit around a lot. I hope I don't sound too much like Camus' fantastic character from The Outsider, Meursault (who didn't cry when his mother died), but I would like to simply focus on the positive and point out that this sitting around does leave time for pleasant things like - reading the paper. And today for instance, I read the paper beginning to end and found much of interest, many clippings - one of which was this piece on Leonard Cohen talking about the great man's revival and in particular the big hit of his song Hallelujah.

Here is one live version of the song:




Can you imagine how much p*ussy this man has had? He's a true artist, brimming with drink.

Hallelujah to the taking care of mothers. Hallelujah to the daily paper. Hallelujah to old poets...