closing the circle at the risk of going a long way for nothing

If you've ever heard Bob Dylan's song Desolation Row, you've heard these lines.

they're spoonfeeding casanova

to get him to feel more assured

then they'll kill him with self-confidence

and poison him with words.

That last last line. . . poison him with words, is the inspiration for a posting I wrote on If the Walls Could Talk called: How to Murder a Poet. . . Here is a link to that short post. The way you murder a poet, I think, is to poison him with words. I went and wrote a book with that title and the summary is posted at this link which takes you to www.how-to-murder-a-poet.blogspot.com.

Lastly (and I hope this closes the circle and that we have not gone a long way for nothing) I have a neighbor who also has an autistic child. She and her son, who is now 15 years old try to compose what they call Lost Lyrics. They take the meter and rhythm of the song Desolation Row and compose new lyrics to it - they always try to be fun and silly and vastly liberal with whom they lampoon. They do not have a blog so I can't link to them but their names are April and Jess. They are going to let me post a new Lost Lyric of theirs every once in awhile. Jess is hoping that other people might try to do the same, write a Lost Lyric of Desolation Row but I've told him it's hard to expect other people to share our passions - our fears yes - but not our passions. Here is the one that wanted me to share with you. It is also posted here. . . at this link:

Lost Lyrics to Desolation Row

the doctor is not falling

her parachute is made out of lust

her stethoscope and her scalpel

are getting quite covered with dust

her patients are out selling tickets

the lines are stretching clear through the door

the receptionist has gone swimming

the milkman is mopping the floor

if you can't take the heat in the kitchen now

just wait 'til you find the ozone did go

flying with amelia earhart down

to desolation row.

Thanks for reading this far.