Letters to Wassily



I say unto you: there is no beginning and we do not tremble, we are not sentimental.

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  • "people ask why do I write the way I do
    how foolish
    how monsterish
    a question like that hits me…
    it makes me think that I’m doin nothin
    it makes me think that I’m not being heard
    yes above all the mumble jumble an rave praises
    an all the records I’ve sold… thru all the packed
    houses I play… thru all the communication systems
    an rants an bellows an yellin an clappin comes
    a statement like “why do you do what you do”
    what is this?
    some kind of constipated idiot world?
    some kind of horseshoe game we’re all playin
    responding only when a ringer clangs
    no no no
    not my world
    everybody plays in my world
    aint nobody first second third or fourth
    everybody shoots at the same time
    an ringers dont count
    an everybody wins
    an nobody loses
    cause everybody lives an breathes
    an takes up space
    an cant be overlooked
    an I am a people too
    I cannot pretend I’m not"
    Excerpt from a letter by Bob Dylan toBroadsidein 1964.

  • #Bob Dylan      #words to live by      




    July 27, 2012

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