November 14, 2016
Every man knew who Leonard Cohen's Suzanne was. We had all once known a woman who could consume us, take us down to the river, and lead us astray with tea and oranges from exotic places. There was nothing new to that mythology and while Cohen was just identifying sirens firmly fixed in the past, it was still thrilling. The low, knowing rumble of his voice and the purity of his poetry avoided the comfortable popularity of Dylan's folk songs. Leonard Cohen was special and those of us who resonated to those songs felt special too. We may have not had the courage to follow Suzanne, but we lived vicariously in Cohen's mind, which freely did, again and again.
Leonard Cohen died last week and we couldn't help but feeling just a little bit alone. After all, it hadn't been a great week for many of us. It was a grey week, tinged with the cold of winter, and the promise of foreboding. The chill of Cohen's passing merged perfectly - poetically - with the weather. In the spirit of things, we were reminded of this verse of Cohen's, an epitaph, in a way, far more hopeful than it seems at first blush. "If it be your will/That I speak no more/And my voice be still/As it was before/I shall abide until/I am spoken for/If it be your will"
We are surely not biblical scholars, but this passive voice is resonant of the Old Testament ("Your kingdom come/Your will be done") and this certainly was Cohen's training, but far more important, this was his soul. We are led by Suzanne; we
succumb and, by doing so, we are made better. When we don't take that chance, when we cowardly protect our safety instead, we lose something. Nothing about Leonard Cohen's lyrics was ever safe. Perhaps, that's the point. A Leonard Cohen song rumbled down in your stomach, not up in your head. It was simple, unaffected, and gloriously dis- turbing. If it be your will, treat him well. He will be truly missed down here.
In the push and pull of trial, there are rules, but most of them, for good reason, deal with the predictable. As in life, it's the unpredictable which causes us the real problems. That was the predicament in which a trial court justice found herself in Tate-Mitros v. MTA, 2016 NY Slip Op 07394 (1st Dep't 11/10/16). Plaintiff, who fell on the sidewalk due to an MTA articulated bus, was unable to convince the jury that the bus then crushed her right foot. The reason why, says plaintiff on this appeal, was that the trial court, among other things, improperly precluded her medical expert's rebuttal testimony.
That rebuttal testimony would have countered the testimony of defendants' expert who testified that plaintiff's injury was caused by something "less massive" than the bus, since plaintiff's foot bore no tire tread marks. In addition, the nature of plaintiff's injuries were not severe enough