February 16, 2011

26. Tradition

For the third day in a row I feel that I cannot go to bed without having listened to Bob Dylan's "Desolation Row" and, as usual, having smiled at the following lines from the ninth stanza:

"And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers"

Is it a smile only? 
A code, an affirmation, perhaps?

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