“I’m not quite as cool or forgiving as I sound…” “Floater” by Bob Dylan I’ll have some lovely photos from the trip to Connemara up soon, but there’s something else I need to deal with first. This week has been a head shaking one in several ways that’s ended up leaving me with a couple…
Category: Bob Dylan
Rothko
My love she speaks like silence,Without ideals or violence,She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire. — Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero/No Limit” There’s a story I posted on Facebook from The Guardian about the Rothko Chapel, an oasis of magnificence in the middle of Houston. Typically (for a British…
Publication: Oops
It’s not like me to miss a publication, but I have done. My story “Tangled Up in Some Sort of Cerulean Hue” appeared in volume 3 of Ephemera in December (pp 49-52). It’s a mash up of not quite Dylan lyrics from Blood on the Tracks (obviously stealing its title from the first track) with…