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Category Archives: Bob Dylan
A look around, departure & let loose poem
so foregoing the white floc and only taking a sip from the
white armagnac that had come by post from that
part of France in a small bottle labeled “eau de
muses” to prevent any kind of customs troubles Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Bob Dylan, Creative writing, Film, Frank O'Hara, Happy poem, Life, Literature, Love, Movies, Poetry, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Time, Writing
Tagged meme, memes, Totally Optional Prompts
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It’s all right, ma
That’s me out here in the darkness by the rusty ex-Texaco station That’s me, ma, your son Frank, who’s only bleeding Frankie got on the wrong track, ma, and Frankie got himself shot And that’s why your son Frankie is … Continue reading
Posted in Bob Dylan, Creative writing, Life, Literature, Music, Poetry, Writing
Tagged bleeding, Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, darkness, One Single Impression
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Belle Isle
Once again Bob Dylan (cf. Cinderella on Desolation Row). Last night, my sister, brother-in-law and I had a BBQ in the lush garden behind their farmhouse, next to the quince tree in full bloom. We retired to their living room … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Bob Dylan, Literature, Lyrics, Music, Poetry, Stellar poetry, Writing
Tagged Bob Dylan, Self-Portrait
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Cinderella on Desolation Row
My brother-in-law, a great Bob Dylan admirer, lent me the Martin Scorsese documentary No Direction Home, which I started watching during a work break on sunny, languid Easter Monday. I was struck once again by the magic spun by the … Continue reading