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On Saturday, May 30, 2020 at 11:21:51 AM UTC-4, luckyrat wrote:
Then take me disappearin’ 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 beach
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 and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow
That's world class eternal style poetry there.
Dylan reminds me of Carlos's artistic progression.
Both had great burst of artistry in their early and late period.
I think Dylan's output now is like listening to an artist who
has a hotline to "God-Creator" the 1st & 2nd dimensions but knows
Almighty ( -0- dimension )is always listening in keeping the past
a one line construct and the future a "I Contain Multitudes" wide
spectrum of possibilities. Carlos reached their perspective in
his last two books. Carlos and Dylan see fame the same way, as
a necessary obstacle to be managed to survive as an artist "god-creator" similar to Dylan's line in "Murder Most foul" as...
(-------------) / White Face Clown / Black Face Singer
Zero Dimension / First Dimension / Second Dimension
Silver vs. Gray / White vs. Black / Black vs. Colors-Sound
Carlos had that in "The Active Side of Infinity" the past is inactive
and can only be changed by additions made in the future and Zero is the
great divide as the unmeasurable infinites struggle with the indestructable eternals, to keep a "motion in motion" and sustain the mirage of existence.
Eight's input from many conversation where he rationalizes artworks.
"Carlos and Bob are similar to concerto formula fast-slow-fast in three parts."
Nuff said: those are inspiring words Dylan wrote and this is the
"ragged clown behind, please don't pay him any mind, it's just a shadow
your seeing that he's chasing." < a great personalization of the
abstract stanza you quoted.
Tambourine Man as the title is explained as Bob being allowed to examine
a "prime junction" device. It looks like a circular space ship with walls
lined by computer consoles at each console there are stacks of ships
above and below the armrest desk. A 64 prime junction has racks of 4X256
for 1024 per console, 65,536 per junction. A human being is also a prime junction. In each of the 65,536 ships is the same structure. Add a pilot
and it doubles to, 131,072 lines inward to little zero or outward to
big zero. To Bob as a young musician it looked like a Tambourine and the
guy inside it became "Tambourine Man"
High Def Stereo
Green Tambourine Lemon Pipers
https://youtu.be/-v_92DUPzrQ
Old School Analog
https://youtu.be/S5Vz-z4PEkk
If the writer figured out Dylan's riddle
the prize would be a tour and demo of a AT64 All Transit 64 vs. ATM 1-3.
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