these two young ones
in the court across from me
they play Bob Dylan
all day and all night
on their stereo
they turn that stereo
as high as it can go
and it's a very good
stereo
but right now
it's Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan Bob
Dylan all the
way.
the whole neighborhood
gets Bob Dylan free
and I get him freest of all
because I live in the court
across the way
I get Dylan when I shit
I get Dylan when I fuck
and just before I try to sleep
sometimes I see them
outside on the sidewalk
quite young and neat
going out for food and
toilet paper
they are one of the loveliest
couples in the
neighborhood.
-- Charles Bukowski, 1976. Bob Dylan. Coldspring Journal # 10
Bukowski held a specific disdain for the work of Bob Dylan: "He’s only written one good poem. But even that’s not very good. Something about trees and all that […] it dips off at the end [his] words are common, but they’re also very weak […] there’s a touch of melodrama that doesn’t quite ring true." Although he uses the word “poem,” Bukowski is probably making reference to Dylan’s lyrics rather than to the rambling free-association verse contained in Tarantula, the singer’s collection of prose and poetry. It is not surprising that Dylan’s lyrics were unpalatable to the “dirty realist” poet of the street. “Mr Tambourine Man,” for example, is essentially a non-linear stream of consciousness narrative open to multiple interpretations. Where artists such as Dylan go wrong, suggests Bukowski, is “ spend[ing] so much time talking about living that they don’t have time to live.” In a letter to fellow poet Al Purdy, Bukowski claimed that when he listens to classical music he feels “Dylan melting like a candle.”
-- Steve Brie, 2012. Watching the wall's dance: Charles Bukowski's musical landscape. Magazine Americana January
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STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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