Keith Barratt
My blogs
| Gender | Male |
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| Location | North Wales, United Kingdom |
| Introduction | I am commenting from a long distance away upon that which I see and hear in the USA, becoming part of the madness of the dance cycle in Bob Dylan's "Desolation Row" : "They're selling postcards of the hanging/ They're painting the passports brown/ The beauty parlor is filled with sailors/ The circus is in town/ Here comes the blind commissioner/ They've got him in a trance/ One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker/ The other is in his pants/ And the riot squad they're restless/ They need somewhere to go/ As lady and I look out tonight/ From Desolation Row". That is really all there is to know about me and all you will need to know. Unless, it is, as T.S. Eliot writes in "The Wasteland", that you may quickly come to recognise that "I can connect/ Nothing with nothing." |