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Aug. 29th, 2005 10:59 amI was listening to one of my favorite Dylan songs, When the Ship Comes In, and the first stanza reminds me to have another look at the news...
And, flipping through news photos, I find a boat on a highway and I'm hearing lines like "the boat drifts onto the shoreline..." and it's this weird coincidence of pictures and sounds describing each other. The song is tremendous and joyous and tragic and impending all at once, and we all stand by and watch as a city is torn apart by winds and water. It's like the city itself, which is filled with such incredible beauty and such poverty, romance and doom, joy and despair side-by-side.
And, flipping through news photos, I find a boat on a highway and I'm hearing lines like "the boat drifts onto the shoreline..." and it's this weird coincidence of pictures and sounds describing each other. The song is tremendous and joyous and tragic and impending all at once, and we all stand by and watch as a city is torn apart by winds and water. It's like the city itself, which is filled with such incredible beauty and such poverty, romance and doom, joy and despair side-by-side.
