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Tribute to Bob Dylan's Nobel recognition. I'd imagine one of many that have been written. |
My mind took a walk one night whilst I listened to your words. No longer satisfied with common existence. Ideas unlocked after you had freed the shackles screwed directly into spherical bones. Numb, self-imprisoned on the inside of four walls and a low ceiling, listening intently to one record played to the masses via life or death mobile devices. But, your message penned true, like I had been Tangled up in blue for One too many mornings. An obsession had begun, re-born into a Magpie; collecting each shiny valuable message that you dedicated your life to interpreting. You stood tall at the forefront before my time, now I am one of the lucky ones sat in your company in these later years. They don’t appreciate the order you now play but, I understand your art. Humbled, inspired, long-lost, long- found. Your energy I lap up like a thirsty canine being indirectly taught by its owner. I stumbled down Highway 61 with the ghost of your past, using your words as my map. Vast amounts to annotate and try to understand — Nobel recognition for an iconic literary mind. |