I don’t think anyÂbody realÂly knows why they’re doing anyÂthing. If you stop someÂone on the subÂway and say, “Where are you going — in the deepÂest sense of the word?” you can’t realÂly expect an answer. I realÂly don’t know why I’m here. It’s a matÂter of “What else would I be doing?” Do I want to be Frank SinaÂtra, who’s realÂly great, and do I want to have great retÂroÂspecÂtives of my work? I’m not realÂly interÂestÂed in being the oldÂest folksinger around.
- Leonard Cohen, speakÂing to author Pico Iyer in April 1998
One need not have lived a rock n’ roll lifestyle to be familÂiar with its pleaÂsures and pitÂfalls. That heady mix of drugs, sex, and pubÂlic aduÂlaÂtion isn’t susÂtainÂable. Some can’t surÂvive it. Some retire to a more staid domesÂtic scene while othÂers are left chasÂing a spotÂlight that’s unlikeÂly to favor them twice. But rarely do you find one who choosÂes to give it all up to become a BudÂdhist monk.
Well, not all.
As direcÂtor Armelle Brusq’s 1996 docÂuÂmenÂtary, above, shows, singer-songwriter—and yes—Zen monk Leonard Cohen’s rouÂtine at the Mount Baldy Zen CenÂter outÂside Los AngeÂles extendÂed beyond the usuÂal mindÂfulÂness pracÂtice. His simÂple quarÂters were outÂfitÂted with a comÂputÂer, printÂer, radio, and a TechÂnics KN 3000 synÂtheÂsizÂer. He someÂtimes doffed his robes to enter the recordÂing stuÂdio or enjoy a bowl of soup at Canter’s Deli. ComÂparÂaÂtiveÂly, his worldÂly attachÂments were few, divvied between the proÂfesÂsionÂalÂly necÂesÂsary and the fond. Still, callÂing his daughÂter, LorÂca, to pass along a veterinarian’s update, Cohen sounds every inch the dotÂing JewÂish dad.
CelebriÂty devoÂtion to KabÂbalÂah or varÂiÂous EastÂern spirÂiÂtuÂal pracÂtices often stinks of the superÂfiÂcial, a passÂing fanÂcy that won’t last more than a year or two. Cohen’s relaÂtion to Zen BudÂdhism is endurÂing, a gift from his longÂtime friend and teacher, Mount Baldy’s Roshi, Kyozan Joshu SasaÂki, who died last year at the age of 107.
One of Cohen’s responÂsiÂbilÂiÂties was helpÂing Roshi with the myrÂiÂad small details the elderÂly abbot would have had difÂfiÂculÂty navÂiÂgatÂing on his own. Cohen seems entireÂly at peace in the roadÂie role, keepÂing track of lugÂgage while on tour, and fetchÂing cones for the entire parÂty from a nearÂby ice cream truck.
The poem Cohen penned in honÂor of Roshi’s 89th birthÂday is of a piece with his most endurÂing work. Think Suzanne’s oranges were the only fruit? Not so:
His stomach’s very hapÂpy
The prunes are workÂing well
There’s no one left in heavÂen
And there’s no one going to hell
FilmÂmakÂer Brusq is chiefly conÂcerned with docÂuÂmentÂing Cohen’s spirÂiÂtuÂal realÂiÂty, but she tossÂes in a few treats for those hunÂgry for pop iconogÂraÂphy, parÂticÂuÂlarÂly the imprompÂtu show-and-tell at the 25-minute mark, when the crew peeks into the legÂend’s memÂoÂraÂbilÂia-filled LA office.
The soundÂtrack, too, is music to a Cohen fan’s ears, and lyriÂcalÂly inspired givÂen the subÂject:
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
How Leonard Cohen’s Stint As a BudÂdhist Monk Can Help You Live an EnlightÂened Life
Leonard Cohen NarÂrates Film on The Tibetan Book of the Dead, FeaÂturÂing the Dalai Lama (1994)
200 Free DocÂuÂmenÂtaries Online
Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is an author, illusÂtraÂtor, and Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine. HapÂpy 18th birthÂday to her favorite forÂmerÂly-17-year-old playÂwright! FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday

