There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,
There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
From: All Along the Watch Tower (Bob Dylan)
It’s a sunny spring day, and time to update news of the book, the life, in which Elusive Language dances tantalizingly before me, behind me, within me. And thinking of all the selves that nestle within us, and in particular, my own ‘writing self’ versus my ‘public speaking self’. And how, in comparison, the writing self is the one that comfortably wears the old slippers and favourite jersey. And the public speaking self is an uncertain venture onto a tight-rope, wearing the straight jacket, requiring practice and applied self control. Not daring to look down. [Read more…] about All The World’s A Stage