Burning, Hungry Desire

Just got done watching part one of No Direction Home, the Bob Dylan bio by M Scorsese.

All about his beginings, everyone talks about how hungry he was. He was determined. I want that.

I want to be a great artist. I'm hungry for it. It will be coming late in life, as far as most actors go, but not as far as most artists go, but if it comes at all, that's all I ask. Come baby, come to me.

One guy, talking about knowing Dylan before fame, and seeing him after, talked about his shape shifting. BD just became this guy, and the observer thought that was the magic, it was in the new incarnation of BD.

That made me feel good. I feel like I'm shape shifting right now. Maybe I'm turning into what I need to to become what I want. This guy I'm becoming is going to get me what I want, finally.

I feel that way. I've been saying that since summer. It is going to happen. Wait right here, and you'll read it soon.

Art. Love. Future. Those are going to be new soon. I can feel it.

It is beyond me, and yet, it has been in me for as long as I have known.