Were I so wise.
Knowledge obligates, I learned. So does Insight and Remorse. It never ain’t 'fess-up time. Or, as George Carlin put it, “you’re alive, you’re here, you’re guilty.”
All the hopes we embrace, all the shards at our feet are what we have bequeathed those who come after us. It’s easy to ignore. Isn’t that what most of our fellow-humans do? Trouble is, it’s no way out.
Caretaking is what you do when you can’t ignore anymore.
When you say, “but it is we who may be the perpetuators”, you mean it is we who can pass along what drift(s) down to us?
"Caretaking is what you do when you can’t ignore anymore. "
Just so.
Yes, just as we pass on, too, whatever we don’t do anything about.
It’s too big a job for any of us, individually, but we have to learn to what our own limits are. We greatly underestimate limits, I fear.
Underestimating, even denying limits, is one of our greatest human weaknessess, alas.
And how refreshing when limits can be acknowledged humorously…
This is just too good not to share with anyone who hasn’t already seen it:
(and the original is a piece of genius performed by one of the most talented singers of the 20th…)
Thanks for the smiles, TJ.
Gotta laugh…as well as cry, right?
I just watched this twice (it’s amazing). Thank you, T J. I also shared it on Facebook (wondering if people will watch it, hoping also).
Another must share - I breathe in something like this and diaphaneity isn’t complicated at all…
No aharmonics, no a-anything … the man doesn’t vary one standard progression. But, somehow eteologisch. And this is 1989 … the year I met Gebser.
How do we know?
Sheer delight and sweet sorrow…
Reminds me of a beloved friend and his music, an era, a fresh and ancient place is this world, and more. Thank you!
Re-Member the Child-Likeness of Laughing & Being Scared Simultaneously!!!
I really enjoyed this article, thanks, Andrew!
Entanglement Cafe and this from the long tail:
Because I’m
a. Lonely
b. Ridiculous
c. In the mood for karaoke
d. All of the above
I recorded myself singing a Dylan and the Band cover, “Million Dollar Bash.”
Fwiw, here is a very ravaged but still inspiring version from Dylan from 2005; the version with the Band from 1975 is not on Youtube currently, but you can get it on Spotify at the speed of a click, if you subscribe. I’ve always loved the lyrics, which are very weird and in some ways make no sense, though in other ways they do make sense, as if Dylan were inventing an entirely new vernacular. There is a whole book about how to think about the Basement Tapes, by Greil Marcus, maybe Dylan’s best chronicler beside Dylan himself. It’s called The Old Weird America: The World of Bob Dylan’s Basement Tapes. (On a completely unrelated note, though always fun to mention, my favorite Greil Marcus sentence forever is the first one from his review of the much reviled Dylan album from 1970 ,Self Portrait. That sentence, in its entirety, reads, “What is this shit?” 
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It makes one wonder.
