Stop Spilling Juice All Over Me
There’s a lyric from a “Basement Tapes” Bob Dylan song—not mentioned in the often-silly blitz of obvious and ephemeral Dylan posts that’ve clogged social media for the past month, mostly in service of the lackluster biopic A Complete Unknown—that I find appropriate for the first week of January. “Odds and ends, odds and ends/Lost time is not found again.” I’m not referring to the CIA/FBI conspiracy theories dark-clouding the truck massacre in New Orleans (increasingly—as opposed to 40 years ago... Читать дальше...