The Day Bob Dylan Wept

by on June 23, 2019 :: 0 comments

Contrary to popular belief, I’ve found.
Either Nothing or Everything is to be write for everyone,
Not that, as a group, generalizations have ever been believed,
But opinions can’t stop the “moving finger” writing.

Knowing all there’s to know about how young birds fly
We jump off the cliff, melt our wings and we die.
It’s just like creating what they’ll call fine art.
Bones drifting in water are beauty. A start.

DADA and the rest of Philosophy sit in the sweating house.
The latter might care while the former’s indifferent.
Which is exactly why DADA thrives in our souls.
Rejection can be what is first or last…or should be.

So, sit on the campfire and sing with us,
To see if your song is blowing out or in the wind.

editors note:

Bob can sing it, like no other, But, who’s your DADA, who’s your mother? – mh clay

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