A Leonard Cohen fan blog revealed this week that the legendary singer-songwriter’s home has images of St. Kateri Tekakwitha practically everywhere you look.
Cohen has been fascinated with Tekakwitha at least since 1966, when her story provided the backbone for his novel Beautiful Losers.
Unfortunately the novel is filled with obscenity and the kind of cheap slurs against the Church that were (and are) de rigeur among hipsters; moreover, it is so James Joycean as to be almost unreadable. Writing to a fan in 2000, Cohen—noting that he wrote Beautiful Losers while sitting outside during a hot summer—aptly called it “more of a sunstroke than a book.”
Yet, despite its flaws (and they are innumerable), Beautiful Losers contains one very lovely passage, and it is about saints:
What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.
Another Cohen song, “Anthem” offers a theology of wounds that inspired me when writing My Peace I Give You. Cohen observes, “There is a crack, a crack in everything/That’s how the light gets in.” Although the rest of the song displays the songwriter’s usual ambivalence toward Christian faith, I found in that single lyric a truth that resonates with the Gospel message: our wounds are cracks where Christ’s light can get in.
Found the Cohen fan site via Luke Coppen.