Description: ♦ Offered here to honour the memory of Denis Boyles— friend of poets and editor of excellence ♦ from The Wine Cup By Richard Berengarten. Hills and mountains igh Mountains swallow my shadow But my heart is truly not a stone. Shadows of hills and mountains steal my own And swallow it with
I. Bob at 80 by Alan Wall.
‘Dylan smashed the form of the popular song. He broke the expected rubric….His standards have not merely a universality, but also a transportability, that makes them a ceaselessly moveable feast. Jazzmen can take them on, spin them round, and turn them into pyrotechnic riffs. You can sing them a capella in the car. They can survive the sentimental maulings of drunks near midnight. In evolutionary terms, his songs are survivors.’
II. Angels of the singularity by James Gallant.