Monday, August 5, 2013

Nothing


We have an impression of rituality in our lives. 

From this adherence to societal conventions, we slowly become paralyzed, bringing an individual to a stop or prevent it from functioning effectively— soulless and mute. 

In "Going Home," by Leonard Cohen, the overall structure of the poem is disjointed and there is incessant repetition like a song. The chorus consists of the lines: 

“I love to speak with Leonard,
He’s a sportsman and a shepherd,
He’s a lazy bastard, Living in a suit.” 

This portrays the remorseful fact of life, in which we degenerate ourselves in order to conform to culture. We live in a suit and live lives measured in coffee spoons. We compel ourselves to be disillusioned with what the “man” believes is correct and we despairingly obey without question. 

"He will never have the freedom, To refuse, 
He will speak these words of wisdom,
Like a sage, a man of vision,
Though he knows he’s really nothing…
That he only has permission to do my instant bidding.” 

This willingness to submit demonstrates how hollow and stuffed we really are. We are but superficial beings. However, “Going home, Sometime tomorrow, To where it’s better, Than before.” From this phrase “going home,” the speakers knows that he will one day be freed somehow from this condition, as implied in the lines in which he claims that he will be able to "go home" to a more peaceful place, and this, perhaps, contributes to the sense of comfort that, according to my interpretation, the speaker feels. 

We are unthinking inhabitants of a waste land. We construct ourselves a desolate world. The hollow men represent all humankind with a tragic existence—to comply.

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