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I don't know how Leonard [Cohen] and I arranged to meet exactly, but nine years ago we planned to spend the afternoon together. The afternoon turned into dinner and it turned into the evening, and we spent the whole time reading a book, which, at that time, was just loose, unpublished pages of poetry. It was, in fact, the Book of Longing [Cohen's collection]. We were in a very typical Los Angeles house with a backyard and a swimming pool, and we just sat on the grass and he read the poems.
