Signs and Portents
It seems clear the old structure is changing and something new is coming. But that is always the case. Grab any old newspaper from, any year, and the excitement and fear of what is approaching is always the top story.
Today it seems like a really big thing is happening. But, again, that is always the feeling.
I’m trying to see what is being born. But I don’t see it yet. I’m on the lookout for signs, clues. I need an oracle to read some chicken bones.
Part of the difficulty is the noise from the falling away of the old is so damn loud, it drowns out everything else. All the spotlights are on what is leaving. But that is always the case.
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’.
Dylan – 1963
