PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot The gavel rapped sharply. “This meeting will come to order. First on the agenda: parking signs on Desolation Row. We all know parking fine income has dropped to nil. We need to get creative.” “Mayor, the municipal conference in Vegas I just went to had a parking sign vendor there….
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dVerse — Quadrille 148 — The Struck Match
She wasn’t sure whether it was the exhibition or watching the application of brush strokes of each work that obsessed her so. Was it knowing the painter’s paper trail body? Or the way his body moved… Origamic muse prismatic omnipotence imbued by each eye. top image link I decided to write a second quadrille…
Bob Dylan, artist, featured in Smithsonian
Bob Dylan, One Too Many, 2020 Image courtesy of Bob Dylan (as published on Smithsonian’s web page) JUST came across this and haven’t read or looked at it yet, but oh my, does it look good. See Bob Dylan’s Cinematic Paintings, Welded Sculptures and More A comprehensive collection of the iconic songwriter’s visual art is on…
Music that strikes a chord — “John Brown” Bob Dylan song cover by State Radio
State Radio, performing live at Terminal 5 in NYC on 11/23/07 I’m in the process right now of listening to a 4-cd set of Bob Dylan covers by other musicians, called, “Chimes of Freedom: The Songs of Bob Dylan.” I am very much enjoying this set and must thank the library system for having…
TSM 168 — Home (for Bob Dylan)
Photography by Artist, Jasper James Slapped by labels, sprinkled with stardust, and he’s worn the tread off of more than a few pair of boots. He’s snapped more strings than gum snapped at a bazooka joe convention. He’s been spelled by potions and powders, fondled by hungry groupies, and chiseled by more than a few…
TSM 165 — Serve
You, an ambassador,might like a long string of pearls.You’re gonna be the Devil, prancing on the stage.They may call you chief,but a trooper gonna have tobe Lord, have to be landlord.Preacher Pride bribes somebody’s heir.Zimmy, no matter what you say,you’re gonna have to serve. Today’s offering is an erasure poem gleaned from Bob…
dVerse — Poetics — My name is Hattie
As many times as I look in the mirror and pin my hair just right,so its beauty hides behind my scarf, out of lusting sight, still the knife twists in my gut when I know what is to come,where fine gentlemen ogle, touch, and blurt obscenities tome the lowly, serving wench. When possible I…
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