Bob Dylan’s enormously successful summer tour of minor-league baseball parks returns again this year, making 3 stops in Texas cities, and including not just Willie Nelson this time but adding John Mellencamp to the show.
Tickets are general admission and $67.50 each. Children 14 and under get in free, one per paid adult ticket. Doors open at 4:30 for BobDylan.Com ticketholders (it’s easy to sign up for that and recommended), 5:00 for everyone else, and showtime is at 5:30.
AUGUST 4, ROUND ROCK, TEXAS Dell Diamond
AUGUST 5, CORPUS CHRISTI, TEXAS Whataburger Field
AUGUST 6, GRAND PRAIRIE, TEXAS QuikTrip Park
Tickets go on sale in May, with BobDylan.Com members getting access five days earlier. Check the website for exact details.
Dylan’s new album TOGETHER THROUGH LIFE will be issued in the US this coming Tuesday.
If you are really a Dylan fan, you’ll want to pick up a copy of Glenn W. Cooper’s wonderful poetry book TRYIN’ TO GET TO HEAVEN: POEMS ABOUT, TO & INSPIRED BY BOB DYLAN, available here: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/tryin-to-get-to-heaven/4373487 . A book featuring the elegance, understatement, mastery of tone, and precision of language always found in Mr. Cooper’s work, I’ve nearly worn out my copy, taking it with me when I’m on a bus trip, or waiting for a tire to be changed, or hanging out in the park on a summer day. Glenn W. Cooper is the author of the much-acclaimed RIMBAUD IN THE CITY (KSE #83) and also was featured in the closing spot in our KSE LAST POEMS (KSE #115) anthology, with the powerful selection “Your Own Small Tragedy,” which I’ll reprint here for those not lucky enough to have scored a copy of LAST POEMS while it was available. Enjoy! and don’t miss Dylan on tour this summer.
YOUR OWN SMALL TRAGEDY
Embrace your own tragedy, for it is
yours and yours alone. Like corneal
identification, like fingerprints and
DNA, no two are alike. When you
awaken at 3 a.m. and reach for that certain
someone who is not there–feel
your despair and wrap your arms
around it–it is yours to keep for as long
as you need it. Those endless afternoons
alone with your thoughts, walking
the long hallways of memory with
every door open. The marrow-
deep anxiety of separation. The
phone that does not ring. Your own
small tragedy, maybe not
Shakespearean in scope, but
immortal just the same. Embrace it
like the rain. Feed it, water it in
the womb of your soul. Remember
it is yours to keep, that nothing
can ever take it away from you,
that if nothing else you have
saved this one special part
of your self that grew into more
than you could ever have imagined.
Glenn W. Cooper