Back to work today. The time off helped a great deal. There will be a short window of several weeks down the road when I'm ordering more paper from Graphix when I'll be open for commissioned work. So, lets 'ave it then. Rent to pay you know.
By the way, I was wondering if any of you all are reading this blog. I don't know if it matters if I'm just talking to myself or not.
And, yup, I'm still heavily connecting with Dylan these days. Messsiah complex you know. Anyway, I found this........about the most relevant song for today one could ask for.
Series of dreams. Bob Dylan.
I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top.
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop.
Wasn't thinking of anything specific,
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams.
Nothing truly very scientific,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag,
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes.
Wasn't making any great connections,
Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes.
Nothing that would pass inspection,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world.
In one, the surface was frozen.
In another, I witnessed a crime.
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance,
Not going to any great extremes.
I'd already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world.
I'd already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
The video is a bit wonky, but the picture is full wide screen, and amazing.
Look, I'm sorry if I've an undying affection for the mans work, but he's of my time as a young man, and remains untouchable.
I only hope my work stands the rigors of decades, though, more likely it'll fade fast after my passing. Yeah, been thinking of my mortality alot lately.
be well you all.........
M.Z.
2 comments:
You're not just talking to yourself, but, that said, I have to admit that I don't stop by but once every few weeks or so.
Mostly to find out if there's anything new of yours that I should be aware of. So of course it makes me very happy to hear that "the book" is getting closer to being finished.
Anyway, just wanted to post a few words to let you know that someone is listening.
Ken Love
Yup, we're out here reading... keep on trucking...
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