510> freewheelin' sin Bob Dylin in an ignobel Stockhome bar, not in th house (w/ Patti Smith in loo)

vu from our room

... 2 cuntinew th story, dear Inurnet, of how endid up we in Stockholm for th Nobel prize ceremoney—well, knot story si/no travelog, tho we coont keep up in ℝeel-time to cunsider this «live» b'loggin + then we check'd our bag w/ laptop in her so we dint git to dogumeat on th rode (nor skyway) + now we home settin' in DC so lost us this a'semblance of continudity .... + no we aint th 1 that got to attend no Noble prize ceremoney but our bedder-½ did, tho Bob Dylin dint show up, but she did git to hang w/ Patti Smith who th Nobel committee jury-rig'd as a backup understudy .... we did git invited tho to ∫um ore udder dinner ± concert but we dont own no tie + such formalities giv us heebie-jeebies, allready learn'd our lesson urlier this trip gettin' subjectid to Wayne Shorter in some stuffy concert hall in Paris .. whoa, wah ta worldwind of a convolooted trip thru france, italy, brussels + now stockholm! .. ∀ll for ∆iffrent reasons related to our bedder-½'s work as usual we just along 4 th ride ....

see, we did git assined a badge (that our bedder-½ took a foto of) but we dint bother to pick her up .. jus so happend our badge set awaitin' next to Patti Smith's .. for ∫um sorta side event preseedin' th actual ceremoney but insted of attendin' we walk'd around Stockhome cuz weed never b-for visited .... th most strikin' observation = that th surroundin' hogwah (∀ll part of th Baltic?) = dark + black, hardly cd count as blue @ least not mid-winter ..

Parliament house


lookin' back @ th Grand Hotel





woman in front of City Hall (where Nobel ceremony took place)




up th canal now




train lineage



central stn converted int' a mall



Sergels torg


∀ll a blur



sun e'er lo on th horrorizon hardly risen




back along th neverendin' waderfront



vu lookin' back from Katarina-Sofia boro

∀ll this ∃ra 9 Dec 2016 we dadastream (in pics). 10 Dec snow'd/rain'd, not so nice for walkin' round + our bedder-½ had work so n-joyed our room @ th Grand Hotel where also th Noble prize winners + formr lorryates stay'd .. u kin only imadgin th pompus pretents @ th breakfest buffet! .. think we kin awkwire such high-falutin' no-how thru osmosis? by sleepin' under th same roof as these prize-winnin' acamedicks? if u kin call her sleep .. still in that state where we cant tell th ∆iffrents twine sleepin' + wakin' .. ∃xist us in a state ∫umwhere ½-way .... th nite b-for we dreamt (or did we?) that wile our bedder-½ attendid th noble ceremoney we wint to ∫um hole-in-th-wall pub to watch her on TV + hoo do we see but Bob Dylan sittin' @ th bar by hisself wearin' a cowboy hat so we txt'd our bedder-½ to let her no + she aks'd if Dylin wint thru th trubble of comin' ∀ll th way to Stockholm why dint he just come to th ceremoney? good questiun, dint make mulch ¢ents to us nether but scarce liddle of wah Dylin dose makes a lick of ¢ents (take his Victoria Secrets ad for starters) .... too predickable perhaps to jus xcept th Noble prize or even reject her (J-P Sarte being there dun that) bedder to ∃xist in an indetourminet state like that showdinger cat, keep folks segund guessin' .. wah did th Noble committee think innywaze? Givin' such a prize (named for th dude that invented dynamite no less) to n anti-war anti-stablishment folk singer .. did they reely xpect Dylin to xcept th prize bowin' down + kissin' kings fingers? dont take no rockit sighintist to no u kin find him outside on th pavement thinkin' bout th government. They muster'd to save face by askin' Patti Smith (who they had invited innyway for sumpin else) to sing a song on his b-½ .. not so punk of her u mite say .. but her forgettin' th lyricks ½-way thru @ least a subconchus jab @ th Noble committee? in case you missed her—

.... kin u blame her? such a stifling stuffimess in th air! + aint e-z lyricks to memrise nohow even in a casual settin' like a bar or cafe, let alone a palatial hall in front of kings + queens .... funny tho, she flub'd on our faverit verse bout th baby w/ wild wolves ∀ll around her .. + tellin', th line she forgot .. this = how th verse sposed togo ..

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

.. + here = how Patti Smith sung her:

Saw th newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
Saw th highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw the black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw th babe that was just bleedin'
.. i saw th babe that ... sorry ... heard ... saw ten thou ... sorry ... sorry ...

.. she got derailed cuz she forgot (suppresed?) th line «I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'» .. wich s'pose 1 kin take 2 ways, but in our opinion th hammers = gavels, in a room full of men (a jury) judgin' her? she apologized, sed she = nervus + th audients clap'd, then Patti pick'd up where she left off w/ th bayb surroundid by wild wooves + nail'd th lines th 2° time around .. but then she stumbled a'gin on th next verse .. insted of:

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

Patti sang her like this:

Heard the sound of a thunder, that roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one person laughin', heard many people laughin'
Heard ... (panic'd exhale) ... noboby listenin'

Heard one person starve, heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

.. namely she omitted th part about 100 drummers w/ hands a'blazin' + then dint hear th 10,000 whisperin' (or @ least dint say so) tho she herd peepole laffin' + did note nobody listenin' .. + she recovered gracefully w/o stoppin' .. th look on her face so dear in hedlites, u cant fake such emoshun .. + such hardfelt vulnerability means so much from a hearten'd punk like Patti Smith .. think that probly tug'd folks heartsrings mo' then if she just sung her rite w/ confidents .. she continued w/o fail, xcept insted of sayin' «I met a white man who walked a black dog» she sed «I met a young man who had a black dog» .... by th time she got to th line «and I’ll know my song well before I start singin’» she had her confidence back + end'd on a good note .... ∫umtimes what u forgit to say = mo' tellin' than wah u remembr .. + earhorrors + slips of tongues = more tellin' then 10,000 words .. wonder if Patti Smith even ℝeelized th line she forgot? in such formal attire in a stifling roomfool of men w/ hammers a'bleedin' .... aft'r th banquet Patti Smith spottid our bedder-½ (hoo she met th day b4) + sed «hey, a fellow New Yorker! wanna share a taxi back to th hotel?» + so our bedder-½ rode back to th hotel w/ Patti Smith! they talk'd of th blunder + our bedder-½ aks'd if she herd folks applausin' aftr she apologized but Patti sed she = so nervus she dint hear nada .... we got no experience performin' as such (+ no d-sire) but imadgin hard to stay «in th moment» .. when singin' or recitin' in publick to conchusly know wah u sayne (th meaning of) .... + mos folk in th audience aint payn attn ether, just intrigued by th spectacled pagentry + glitter + gold ..

lookin' out tward City Hall (center, w/ lit roof) where said pageantry took place

> Dylin did rite n xceptance speech + had ∫um ambassador speak her for him .... an OK speech if u aks us, he had th opportunity to say so much more but dint .. perhaps he cood of sent a Lakota Indian in his sted but Brando did that ya + standing rock got resolved (tho we still skeptickle) .... he (in th voice of this ambassador woman) kept goin' on about Shakespeare + how Shakespeare probly never wd of call'd his plays «literature» in th same way Dylan never imagined his songs as litterchair .... ∀ll this we watch'd on Swedish television (they show th Noble ceremoney ∀ll o'er urope), like th Oscars to them, coont understand ½ of wah th commontrators sed but seem'd 99% about hoo wore waht, showin' ∀ll th princesses + royal highnessis made to sit next to th prize winning geeks + make small talk durin' this over-th-top banquet .. such a spectacle! sure glad we dint go, but @ least our bedder-½ got to + riport back to us so we cd experience her vicariusly .. reconfirm'd mo' then e'er th idiotsea of «prizes» + awards .... we git th importints of recognition, but do they got to make such xtravagant pagaentry of her? such an overblown waste of moolah, not to menshun food + resources + 75% of th time bet th prizes dont go to th rite (deserving) folks ....

+ speakin' of Shakespeare we dint halve nada else to read aftr finishin' Deleuze's Difference + Repetition, so we wint to ∫um bookstores in Stockholm .. they actshoally gots lots of inglish-langwedge books but ∀ll we cd think to git = Macbeth (b-for we herd Dylin's speech likenin' him to Shakespear) thinkin' purhaps we cd stomick shakespeare now that we older (never did dig him in our youth) + so we red her on th return trip but spose we still dont git th hype .. we kin appresheate her given th time Shakespear rode, basickly formin' th basis for english .. red her on th plane from Stockholm to Copenhagen + then Copenhagen to DC .. th snow pickd up durin' th Noble ceremoney + th next mornin' urly when we had hour plane to ketch so th plane = 1 hr late takin' off which sorta suck'd cunsiderin' we only had a 1 hr layover in Copenhagen + had to go thru passport control, etc. but we ran fast + made her in th nick of time + here we sit now in our cold Georgetown house ketchin up on a month out of town .... we dint finish Macbeth on th plane but now we gots to go to a dinner function (luckily we dont got to wear no formal attire!) in Baltimore so wheel finish her on th train .. we gots mo' to say bout Shakespear + Dylin + generuley about folk songs/storys + mo' pics of Stockhome actshoally that we dint show but wheel continue this next post .. for now wheel leave u w/ these telling lines from Macbeth ..

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

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