“Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?”
(Bob Dylan in Ballad of a thin man)
Dalhem (B)
The anatomy of a door
This is where ships are eaten
“In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul’d up at last and
hawser’d tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.”
(Walt Whitman in The dismantled ship)
Liège (B)
