Dylan on the basement stairs

     a tongue can accuse and carry bad news      and one man's joy is another man's pain      so better...

    From the basement comes a light somewhere between marine blue and ochre. I stop and take it in for a moment from the top of...

All these songs are connected Nothing out of the ordinary,  just something natural                           ...

 . . . No one around could understand what was written by the mystic hand . . .              ...

     My prediction was correct: the song I heard when I first entered the basement summed up the joy of a shared comradeship...

     I´m spending the first few hours of the afternoon looking over some material I´ve been collecting for my literary biography...

     Like Rick, I enjoy watching the sun as it shines behind the house at this time of day.       I started painting th...