The Times They Are A Changin’

“The Times They Are A-Changin'” by Bob DylanBob Dylan's Times They are a Changin'

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

Is This the Moment Where It Started Going Wrong for M. Night Shyamalan?

Image What was initially ingenious about Shyamalan was his use and exploitation of atavistic/primitive memes to create a modern fan base — but this may have very well led to his downfall as well. As Lucas gained a generation of followers eager for a futuristic “spirituality” with “The Force” perhaps in the same way L. Ron Hubbard cobbled his “religion” to science fiction tenets (and garnered millions of devotees in the process) Shyamalan benefitted initially by playing to the same audience demographic but with no further means for assimilating it into their everyday lives. Lucas & Hubbard provided rituals, heroes, universes, characters and means (toys and E-meters) for reenacting their myths. Shyamalan’s efforts (like Serlings) were episodic requiring no continuing allegiance or ongoing narrative -except absolute fealty to him personally, and thus his limited talent and fickle audience turned on him.

Timothy Leary is Dead

Timothy Leary is Dead

I waited for Tim to come to the phone anticipating his breathy blend of scotch soaked vocals born on plumes of cigarette whorls. What would I say to him? What fitting elegy might I offer the dying high priest who had guided so many of my own symbolic deaths over the years?
For those of us who read his books, tripped with him and featured in various chapters of his life, death was an ordeal to be embraced and transcended with every psychedelic session. Now that he faced the ultimate transition on his own it was with no less eschatological zeal. And yet, he was one of the most indefatigable celebrants of life itself. He once said, “I’m the happiest man alive, and I’d love for you to prove me wrong.”

Writers Write!

Writers Write!

… because they have spent every moment of their lives thinking, creating, observing, recreating, perfecting, dramatizing and then expressing it with exactly the right words. They don’t need yours. They have their own. If they need your stupid ideas, they’re not writers — they’re scam artists. Writers write because it is who they are, because they’ve devoted their lives to their craft. Come to them with your money, your respect, but not your ideas and empty, petty, promises. Pay them for theirs and their craftsmanship and their courage and wisdom, but not to adapt, or waste their time with your asinine vanities. If you think you have better ones than the men and the women who have devoted their lives and craft at great sacrifice, then, by all means, become one yourself. If not, stand back and let a master do their thing. Pay them and be glad for it.