Dylan the animal, the trickster, the myth. Done, you might say, to death. But the form matters: the form counts for everything. That’s what Thomas himself might’ve said. The presentation, the form, the texture of language itself. The experience and the performance. Alors, this presentation of Thomas’ life, work and influence as a hybridised, frenetic […]
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