Back Pages – Brown Notebook – No Date

The  future

for  me  is  already  a  thing  of  the  past

[ I heard it in a dream ]

Caravan (15) Early July 1967

         

           Standing  on  the  steps of the  caravan, the  sun  is  drawing  circles  of  light  over my closed eyelids. I have still not awakened from the dream that last night ended a long, conclusive journey, my consciousness tries to fill in the last stage of the return when a magenta voice makes me open my eyes. Rick, smiling.

 

     - Hiya, Nar! Long time no see! Where've ya been?

     - It´s a long story...Ya could say I've been a pilgrim, visited a couple of places, got back last night. How 'bout you?

     - All good, enjoying the summer, basement's getting better all the time. There's a good vibe and Dylan's super inspired, ideas pouring out non-stop...A couple of days back he gave me some more lyrics he's almost finished: “Give it some rhythm” he said, so that's what I'm doing.

     - So, what's it about?

    - The truth is I'm not sure myself...Well, there are verses which talk to a 'you' and they rise up around a wheel...It's on fire and about to explode. And I'm trying to shore up that feeling of imminent danger with the bass, so he can ride it with his voice. Anyways, if you come by the basement tonight, you can hear what it is sounding like at the moment.

       - And what would Dylan say if I turned up again?

     - Nothing, I suppose. You're lucky he likes you. Yes, it does happen sometimes! Why the face!?

      - How can you be so sure?

    - Well, the other day he asked about you...And once I heard him say you have the “right attitude”, that you too prefer “old news”.

     - What did he mean?

     - You'd better ask him. Here he comes.

      Dylan is walking past the kitchen entrance. He stops for a moment, at the door, as if looking for something or someone. Walking now towards the caravan his dark glasses hide the tracks of his eyes.

What about 65-66? Back Pages – Brown Notebook – End-September 1967

Sometimes it's not enough to know the meaning of things.

Sometimes we have to know what things don't mean as well.

 

                           I   stopped   trying   to   figure   everything   out   a   long   time   ago.

Back Pages - Brown Notebook - Early July 1967

Our conclusions

should be

more drastic

                 ...

Won't you come see me //  us

in the basement

again ?

C h r o n i c l e

An entry in this blog

is like a dream,

and you try to make both come true.

They're like strange countries that you have to enter.

W  h  o     s  a  i  d     t  h  a  t    ?

Present (X) End of The Spanish Tour

          

And yesterday

you said in Spanish

"  V E I N T E    M I N U T O S  "

and then you smiled

before disappearing

heading north

But, sooner or later, one of us must know

[...]

Present (IX) - Spanish Tour July 2015

The gamble begins: I set off for Spain.

The caravan of the past travels to the present :

A paradox on wheels, it stops time moving in the wakes.

Barcelona, Zaragoza, Madrid, Granada, Córdoba, San Sebastián,

six places from East to North,

the silhouette of a bird traced onto a map.

Eight summer days,

a calendar of Sundays.

The emissaries are sent,

the gift I carry with me:

I would swap your notebook for a book with mirrored words,

each concert for faith in the miracle.

Let us wish each other a good trip.