Tilting at Windmills
Lyrics by Bob Dylan from I Want You & Don Quixote by Pablo Picasso
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Tag: Bob Dylan
August 19, 2015
Constructing a Self-Referential Collage
Moon shattering upon a highway her voice inside you.
Her voice inside you, a falling stone.
Her mountain stone an echo, your mouth erupting.
Tattooed with Hittite song her skin barely visible, a windshield.
Her Hittite moon evaporating, condensing upon your windshield.
She confuses you while casting forth the vibrant song of singing birds.
Birdsong at work within you, within a song-stone breeze, erupting.
Her stone-sliding an echo.
Almost a whisper
Your voice evaporating & erupting, an engineering marvel.
Lyrics on collage from ‘Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues’ https://vimeo.com/113869969
May 24, 2014
Young Woman With a Goldfish (on Dylan’s 73rd Birthday)
The transistor radio beneath my pillow
Like a Rolling Stone
Bob Dylan making something new
ancient again.
A Study, No.1
1901
Rudolph Eickemeyer (American, 1862-1932)
Medium: Gelatin silver print
Accession Number: 1972.644.2
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Toronto street, March, 2014
all was still
