I think he has to be a bit of one to allow that itch to lead him where it needs to go and not question it. A cleverer bloke would be full of doubt - he lets it take him. Which means he’s made a few stinkers in his time but I’d still trust him to pull off something remarkable
That’s not true about Blue but I do think it unlocks something that allows for Hissing/Hejira/Don J to occur. The voice is distinctly different from For the Roses - there’s a confidence and assertion that wasn’t quite there before and a quality of playing that opens up towards that electric...
Whilst I think Dylan does a good line in callous love in his work here it has to be careless love - it’s what he’s experienced not what he’s given.
Later he says
Situations have ended sad,
Relationships have all been bad.
Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud.
But there's no way I can...
Oh no! I don’t do explaining outside of the classroom. I liked the poem’s fuzziness, the way it gestures towards without being firmly anchored. An early morning bleary feeling mixed with a certain joy in small things like the smell of coffee. I’m currently in Catania airport having spent a week...
I think it’s the perfect way to read it - the cadences, the voices, it’s a bravura performance. I helped crowdfund his new one that’s coming out via Unbound again - I still find it a mystery that it didn’t get any real traction - not even a sniff of a prize like the Goldsmiths.
I suppose along with the sudden improvement of England, Ireland once more choking in a big match and Wales woeful performances is the rise of Italy - long overdue and often been on the wrong side of tight results but this season coming good. Reminiscent of the French in the 70s that mixture of...
Been aimlessly flitting between lots of stuff that just made me wonder what the actual point of reading is - just pointless vapid, narcissistic publishing - look at me, I made a book, it’s got no plot and the characters are me and my mates and we’re totally solipsistic but we went to university...
You’re not alone in that view. I felt like it was always reaching for some profound statement but couldn’t pull it off. The flights of purple prose amidst that wearing present tense style felt forced. I can already see the film/tv version of it.
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