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BOB DYLAN: Beyond The Horizon
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BOB DYLAN: Beyond The Horizon

There’s always a reason Why someone’s life has been spared… Beyond The Horizon underlines the irony of Bob Dylan calling his latest album Modern Times. Once Dylan was one of the leaders of a musical movement which seemed to be aiming to sweep away the detritus of the past: now he celebrates the musical values...

POEM: Hero
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POEM: Hero

his eyes, full and enraged like two moons. The smoke from the corner of his mouth slick like Bogart, cool like Bacall the trilby turned down, the moustache and the leer, the raised eyebrow, the flash of the teeth in monochrome endlessly rerun, he is a patchwork of black and white dots, a form twisted...

SHORT STORY: Cinderella Unbound
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SHORT STORY: Cinderella Unbound

CINDERELLA UNBOUND    As she took the double scotch-on-the-rocks, Diane tried to steady her right hand. The ragged chunks of ice Joe the barman had spooned in from the pineapple cooler rattled around the thick glass. She fumbled for two quid with her left hand. Opening her purse and finding the right change wasn’t too...

THE BEATLES: Who Could Ask For More Extract Four : Strawberry Fields Forever and Penny Lane (Part Two)
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THE BEATLES: Who Could Ask For More Extract Four : Strawberry Fields Forever and Penny Lane (Part Two)

  Strawberry Fields Forever begins with what sounds like a distorted, distant flute (actually a mellotron) playing an evocative, yearning intro which sets up the melancholic tone of the song. There is a single bass note, and then we hear John’s voice, doctored to sound rather high, emotionally detached, ethereal. The backing is sparse, with...

POEM: Gypsy Blood
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POEM: Gypsy Blood

GYPSY BLOOD   You must have gypsy blood- The way you sing that song And toss back your hair- The way your body swirls To the pounding throb Of the gypsy drums And the violin… You catch the fiddler’s eye In the candle’s gleam As you take three steps back Into shadowland- As the voices...

POEM: The Whiteness Of The Whale
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POEM: The Whiteness Of The Whale

Ahab’s leg was ripped away, His manhood ruptured by the rage Of an elemental force of nature, Uncaged Snow-blinded by an icy shadow That slowly terrorised the sky An all embracing whiteness fell Upon his eyes The light of God departed And Ahab stood alone, The sun dropped into the ocean Like a stone Day...

BOB DYLAN: Workingman’s Blues # 2
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BOB DYLAN: Workingman’s Blues # 2

.Sleep is like a temporary death… . “You will perceive that in the breast The germs of many virtues rest, Which, ere they feel a lover’s breath, Lie in a temporary death” Henry Timrod, Two Portraits   Workingman’s Blues No. 2 is already the most celebrated, though perhaps the most misunderstood, track on Modern Times....

POEM: Andy and Marilyn
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POEM: Andy and Marilyn

andy and marilyn were made for each other: he dressed her, bedecked her in her funeral flowers- he was a weed, she was a doll, in his hands the imprint of her smile, stolen from the mona lisa- across her mouth a smudged, blood-red gash   he loved her, he wanted her, so he fed...