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May 9, 2008 at 5:50 am
Got to say first, love the photo and yes, good haiku.
May 9, 2008 at 9:49 am
Wanting to be Bob Dylan is interesting because the essence of Bob Dylan is to want to be nothing but himself. (I cannot judge the extent to which he has achieved that. But he is DJ on a programme for the BBC and in that, as in all his public appearances, he hides somehow. He is withdrawn into a caricature of himself as the man with leather instead of skin.)
Sorry I am commenting on the phenomenon of Dylan-worship rather than your haiku or photo. I have not been immune from it myself.
May 9, 2008 at 10:34 am
Jo
yes the photo is cool is dylan
May 9, 2008 at 10:40 am
Vincent
I think he is amazed at the silly questions he is asked and avoids them in the same manner he is asked..he does hide as he sees himself differently than others do. Maybe all great poets have this quality.
May 9, 2008 at 4:03 pm
Scot, children do have their fantasies, and your haiku is honest and shows a kind of longing we all have. I used to imagine myself as a star on a variety show, singing. He is an icon now, whether he wants to be himself or someone else or a myth of his own creation.
May 9, 2008 at 5:51 pm
mariacristina
thanks for stopping in
May 10, 2008 at 12:16 am
Instead you became Scot Young, haha, i saw your ginsberg sentence too, are we doomed to spend our lives begging the breath of the dead?