Nobel prize for nostalgia


Back in the mists of student days and nights, Bob Dylan used to sing:

”…..Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy bench
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory of fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you……..”

Author: janus

I'm back......and front

3 thoughts on “Nobel prize for nostalgia”

  1. An absurd choice for a Nobel Prize in Literature. Clearly it should have gone to Dustin the Turkey. I shan’t ever be able to forgive Robert Zimmerman his crime of mangling the pronunciation of the name “Dylan”. ‘Tis a pity that so few can still pronounce it correctly.

  2. A well, Janus I agree with you… words that resonated with me far better than the other Dylan…

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