Friday, August 30, 2013
Easier or harder to live through than to write about, who knows, but this summer, beginning to end, was a dirty bomb explosion -- blast, infection, infarction -- until just a short moment ago.
Get thee behind me.
I was nice once, now I'm not.
I used to be abstract, now I'm obscure.
The Who -- We're Not Gonna Take It (Link)
Bob Dylan -- Caribbean Wind (Link)