Dear Leonard...
The vibrational intensity reaches an almost poetic peak in the intertwining of sounds that find their center in the devotional harmony of everything, which in this case reaches the quintessential singer-songwriter quality typical of the Canadian minstrel of yore.
It is here, where Cohen's luminescent poetry is met, fully integrated and returned like an alien (or like the Prodigal Son of Christian reminiscence) from his Eastern worlds, now at the mercy of that incessant turmoil of the soul that, vibrating, submerges the darkest crevices of a consciousness that has never ceased to cry out loudly, until it overwhelms and sublimates the meanings themselves of strong and luminous words like rays of light that irrigate the silent and spectral clouds of their detached pilgrimage through territories now semi-untouched but in some ways still clear and free from blemishes and impurities that only the soul/animal can traverse barefoot at night, to see if it is indeed so difficult to die.
But it is on the musicality that it stands high, sublime and spiritual the great divine sleepiness ecstatic and transcendental, of theological virtues and inexpressible vices, that, beyond words, brings us back to unconscious worlds filled with tired universes now emptied of any meaning, if not the purely literal one, gathering the reins of a discourse started too long ago to come alive and pulsating TODAY that the content has perhaps definitively concluded. What remains of the ancient deeds? What remains of the unconditional cry of protest from the minstrel reluctant to appear who even today refuses to embody himself as the spokesperson of an undifferentiated (and I dare say rampant) discomfort? "Dear Heather" (2004) is now the terminus and the Swan Song itself and it is the very Essence of becoming light, a descending and sublime parable at the same time that, in a few words, borders on tediousness and boredom beyond the incredible with moments of drowsiness that are nothing short of "nirvanic".
Oh there... I couldn't find the words, sorry for the unnecessary but, I would say, necessary preamble.
"Dear Heather is a formidable album that gradually transfigures, becoming more and more indispensable."
"Cohen has delved even deeper into his poetry, mixing it with music in a way that challenges casual listening."