ANd the Nobel gives me leave to reveal my long-ago-earned but so-far-secret knowledge of the import of one of his most teasingly obscure but actually quite obvious songs: All Along the Watchtower.
The secret of the song is that it is a moebius strip. The last stanza is actually the beginning: the ladies on the watchtower observe two riders approaching. The point of view then shifts to the two riders: the joker and the thief. The hour is getting late for their arrival. But they can never arrive -- because they and their conversation have been put first, and when the last line as sung is reached, and the ladies see them in the distance, they must begin again. "There must be some way out of this," says the Joker -- but there isn't, despite the Thief's insistence that they've been through that (they have) and they should not talk falsely: the hour is getting late, but can never pass. The Joker has it right.
[BTW on a couple sites I read the words "barefoot servants too" which is absurd.]
mythos so mainstream it has passed, whatever
Yes I am talking about a KICKSTARTER project to fund beautiful hardcover editions of my new project (ongoing for years, of course, like all of mine) -- "The Chemical Wedding, by Christian Rosenkreutz. A Romance in Eight Days." A little book I regard as a good candidate for First Science Fiction Novel (pub. 1616 -- 400 years ago exactly!).
There are only 14 days left in the campaign and a little (well, quite a bit) less that nalf the stated goal amount reached. I hope you can participate.
ANd here's a prize for everyone -- a riddle I just thought of: What number, when you add 5 to it, changes space into time?
I thought I'd got away from South Bend long ago, but here I am in Mishawaka (South Bend's Twin CIty, as I 'm sure you know) serving the public thoughtfully and humbly.
Same goes for you, Young Women! and you Greybeards too! Set your foreheads against the ignorant hirelings!
Treating metaphors as merelycolorful ways of saying things can irritate them, and sometimes they bite. In a local arts & culture magazine, an aricle about how hard it was to restore Emily Dickinson's house. It was helped by the discovery of some fragments of wall paper still adhering to surfaces. "Discovery of the wall paper fragments...lit a a fire under museum directors and the board of governors," the article says. "Not that the fire was quick to burn," he continues, giving us time to beat out the metaphorical flames consuming Emily's home.