A friend and I were listening to Leonard Cohen’s gorgeous rasps. He (the friend) observed that there are singers with surly voices who managed to make the ugliness a power. I told him Leonard’s voice is beautiful the way that Schiele’s art is beautiful. Cohen and Schiele’s hands and tongues communicate unflattering secrets about our bodies – about human decadence, decay and rot. They are too precise to be ugly and too honest about horrifying things to be lovely. They are relentlessly and undeniably truthful. Their honesty is grotesque and it is beautiful.