Bob Dylan’s timeless ‘Tangled up in Blue’.
By Mollie Campbell
Since getting a full time job, I have found it very difficult to find the time to even write blog posts, let alone post them. Now that I have found a good routine in terms of time management, I am hoping to start posting more regularly.
I was trying to write some lengthy, insightful article… but in the end I remembered that sometimes less is more. So for this post, I am going to do something simple. I am uploading my favourite verse from Bob Dylan’s ‘Tangled up in Blue’. And when I think about it, this could well be one of my favourite verses of all time. In fact, I don’t even regard it as a verse; it is prose, a stanza in the never-ending chronicle of Bob Dylan’s stream of writing, something that has seeped its way into every pore of the world we know, even now.
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you’d never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And everyone of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue
I am going to write a deeper analysis/article soon, but for now I will leave you with these words, and hope that they move you as much as they did when I first listened to it.
Mollie Writes 