Bob Dylan, 85. Grammy Award-winning singer-songwriter and Nobel Prize recipient - from the NY Times.
The best thing
The best thing about being 80 is that you outlive the clocks that have been chasing you. It’s freedom from that lie that anything was ever under control. You don’t chase the parade anymore. You’re an old king from some vanished country. You’re harder to program. You’re not rushing to become anything and you’re not haunted by things that you did. You’re haunted by how little of it really mattered in the way you thought it would.
The worst thing
The worst thing about being 80 is that you still want to say yes to everything, but the world moves without asking. The old fire in your heart still tells you to do this and that, but your body says we already did it. Also, nothing surprises you. It sounds like a luxury but it’s not, and also you’ve run out of illusions. People treat you like either you’ve solved something or you’ve lost something, and you haven’t. You see life repeating itself everywhere.
The really worst part about being 80 is that you find, at last, you’ve got an understanding of something that might have altered everything in the past, had it come at a time when something could still be altered. When you’re young you think that time moves forward. At 80 you know that it doesn’t, it stands still. We’re the ones that move.
J’ouvre le journal de ce mois-ci avec le logo actuel de la ville où je vis. J’ai toujours aimé l’idée d’une image qui se transforme : des souvenirs d’enfance des pliages de Mad Magazine à l’art surréaliste, en passant par toutes sortes d’arrangements visuels trouvés au hasard des promenades, pour peu que l’on prenne le temps de les voir.
which way up?
reflecting on brain verse heart in matters of communiation.
Summer harvest of the Salt (Sel) in the Marais Salants, Batz sur Mer. Wonderful salt farms, living amongst the natural ecosystems surrounding where I live.
reminds me of past relationships...:)
choice extinguished... I couldn’t decide which one to buy.
More choice, yet it is out to confuse as it is neither a sapphire nor is it from Bombay... dry wit?
L’eglise Sainte-Anne, La Turballe.
Roof what roof?
The Ancient Mariner
L’été à la plage Saint Nazaire
Note to self - The door wouldn’t open and I couldn’t turn on the light...