As we all are now authors, creators, writers, bloggers,
tweeters, philosophers, facebookers, yarn spinners, gossips, ranters,
hyperbolic exaggerators and tall tale tellers... how can we discern any truth
or quality of thought amidst the myriad voices? And then again, maybe there
never was anything that original
said by the poets outside of Shakespeare and a few Greek myths. Oh, I know, I’m
being very Western in my thinking, not to mention reductivist and nihilistic.
Everybody has a favorite author and truthfully maybe you only remember a phrase
or even a single word that stuck with you but somehow that unique parcel of
words really resonated for you and made your life better.
Bobby Dylan is quite the wordmeister... and the accompanying
tunes only make it easier to remember his poetry.
Don’t the brakeman
look good Mama
Flagging down the
Double E?
(It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry-- from Highway 61 Revisited album)
And for something a little more cynical from Bob...
Pump don’t work
‘Cause the vandals
took the handles.
(Subterranean Homesick Blues—from Bringing It All Back Home album)
So in the space of a few seconds I put my depressive notion
to rest. The thought nobody really has anything to say is far from true. Fact
is, what do we have except what people have to say. Those people, those
viewpoints help make reality real for us by giving it a name, an explanation, a
hypothesis. For what is art except a point of view expressed artfully... and we
all need art to get us through the night. Science can provide a sleeping pill
but the narcotic effect wears off and the thought machine springs back into
action.
And in conclusion I refer once again to the eminent Bob
Dylan... and Subterranean Homesick Blues... (and make it your Ringtone if you
like! Oh there I go getting all jaded and ironic.)
Get sick, get well, hang
around a ink well....
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