Begin how you mean to go on, Take up your weapon of choice, Fill you heart with joy, Summon all your powers, And show the world what you’ve got.
Tag: Christopher Marlowe
Story for a Sunday: Tangled Up in Some Sort of Cerulean Hue
Bob Dylan: Nobel Prize Winner — bet you didn’t have a fiver on him. Nine years ago I had this tale published in the tiny lit journal Ephemera. Did anyone notice it was a bunch of Dylan lyrics somewhat altered mashed up with a little Marlowe? No, probably not. But it amused me. I have…
