This wet May afternoon whilst trying to escape a thorough soaking, I came across some Bob Dylan paintings in a small gallery in Prince's Square. They were quite recent too, with a playful edge to them, paintings of rail tracks, wooden houses, countryside scenes... and a bicycle! Naturally, it was the latter picture that drew my attention. Obviously Bob, in his more mature years, has, like those at the other end of the age spectrum, come to realize the inherent 'wisdom' vested in a bicycle, the kind of wisdom that, when conjoined with its 'engine', empties the mind of all that artificial drip-fed nonsense that we face on a daily basis. The bicycle, like the rail track I suppose, is an emptying device, a sort of spiritual duster, that, through clearing away the clutter, renews our lost connections with the world we inhabit. Bob has tuned into this, so here it is, far away from desolation row, The Bicycle:
Bob Dylan's The Bicycle
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