“What I take from writers I like is their economy - the ability to use language to very effective ends. The ability to have somebody read something and see it, or for somebody to paint an entire landscape of visual imagery with just sheets of words - that's magical.” ― Mos Def
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Collage by Stephanie Jeannot |
The conversation was about the 2016 recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize for writing, Bob
Dylan, who happens to be a songwriter and just happened not to go to the awards ceremony to receive his award. In conversation,
my father mentioned one of his favorite French writers, Jean-Paul Sartre, and his not showing up
to accept his award which in my opinion, is like still being a college graduate
even if you do not attend the ceremony to receive your diploma. You still are a graduate. Right?
But
what do I know? I am just a singer and songwriter who loves to read and dream
tall
about taking the world within my hands for simple peace of mind when the sun sinks at the end of the day.They most likely dreamed tall too and look what happened. Inspiring ain't it?
about taking the world within my hands for simple peace of mind when the sun sinks at the end of the day.They most likely dreamed tall too and look what happened. Inspiring ain't it?
So,
after we talked about Bob Dylan’s winning the prize and the news of it scrolled
across the morning news and Jean-Paul Sartre's name came up, I came across a copy of his story in his words, "The autobiography of Jean-Paul Sartre" with my name on it and mine for the taking or rather, for the reading. How ironic is that?
I
am as happy as I can ever be and my enthusiasm has yet to wane knowing that I am
going to be sifting through the pages soon. I feel so good, I could probably
tango all night like Carlos Gardel, listen to McCoy Tyner's music under my pillow until I fall asleep or lie with joy in front of the television watching
Rita Moreno add charisma to “The West Side Story” just so I could sing along to all of my favorite songs from this flick and then let the tears
roll at the end of the film when the story turns sad and emotional and let my tears calm me into dreamland.
The
word is probably coincidence or coinkidink. Something to that flavor. Anyway,
congratulations to Bob Dylan.
Yay! A songwriter. That’s what’s up!