A plethora of positive paradigms….

Ffolkes,

My age & condition caught up to me again; a mere one hour trip on a bus to pick up supplies wore me out. Add in SB’s periodic reluctance to share any aphorisms worth reading, & the Pearl for today went south. Here is one from 2014, during a time of uncertainty, with some rather extensive ranting, & a decent poem to go with the usual blather. I’ll be back tomorrow with some fresh stuff; until then, who knows? I’m playing this one off the cuff, after which, we’ll move on to better days, we hope. Of course, hope is a fatal flaw for us humans, but, what the hell? It keeps us busy…. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, if reality decides to cooperate….

gigoid, the dubious

gigoid

Ffolkes,

How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown?

~~ Bob Dylan ~~

fishy cat

    The first time I heard Bob Dylan’s song, Like A Rolling Stone, I was half-asleep, riding in a car to go to work, very early on a summer morning in, I believe, 1963, or 1964….. Though not overly impressed by the voice that sang it, I was struck at once by the power of metaphor he employed so liberally throughout the piece…. It was the first time any of us had heard him; that was his first hit song, the one that catapulted him into fame, and the public eye…. Somehow, the plaintive tone of his voice, almost a whine, but, not quite, fit the words he spoke very well, and those words were, themselves, a new experience, as the poetry dug down into the subconscious to…

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