“Isis”
Bob Dylan
Live: Rolling Thunder Revue – 1975
INSANITY. BOOZE. WOMEN. BOOZE. WOMEN. Arms crossed like Jesus' death. Plastic masks showing more than hiding. That violin that sounds like a dying horse. The drums that pound his hangover/drunkeness into art. Ronson's guitar oddly meshing. Far too many people on the stage – some kind of orgiastic musical “experience”. Double the vocals on the last verse and send me to heaven – or hell, because it doesn't really matter at this point. The playing field has been leveled and the only thing that really exists are materials. But how easily these are destroyed! Do even they exist? Who gives a shit what exists?!
Find value where you can.
Value exists independent of human assignment.
“I came to a high place of darkness and light
The dividing line ran through the center of town.”
What are you worth?
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