• The Zimmerman

    Ago 1 2011, 0:46

    I'd like to think this is a journal entry; a passage with some sort of point; some sort of grand scheme; a sweet little picture, a suitcase stuffed with neatly folded pleats of polyester (and the essential toiletries to accompany your journey into the soggy cliches, empty cracks and rife pretenses of the presently developing text). I'd also like to help; help you understand that this will be little more than a meditation, a ramble, a mere preoccupation, a documentation of my own thoughts LIVE... And if you make it through this text (which at the moment is as mysterious to me as it will be to you) well done! Thank you! I hope you enjoyed it! etc.

    To begin shockingly: Bob Dylan, to me, is perhaps the greatest literary mind that has ever lived; that's right, better than Shakespeare (he invented words for his plays), better than Byron, Hardy and the rest. Sure he never wrote a great novel or a moving drama (as far as I know) but his achievements were thrown out in a beaten drawl, a real voice; so effortless in its brilliance, so true and pure in its peculiar wisdom and its careless passion. His lyrics will always stand as the watermark of perfection, a true perfection of expression. No other artist in pop-music has been able to achieve this (listen to the album 'Another Side of Bob Dylan') because of their various limitations and contrasting motivations. Dylan's music acts as if it has occurred as a separate phenomenon, it is free, unchained, deriving from the passion and vision of the artist: like in the great symphonies of Tchaikovsky or the stirring operas of Wagner.

    Bob, however, achieves all of this acclaim and feeling whilst maintaining a certain distance from his listeners (like he's laughing down at his subjects on his throne of circumstance). His voice and genius turned (Zimmer)man into myth, into words and whispers on the lips of accumulating generations... The mysterious curly-haired prophet from the 1960s, who spat out wisdom and 'walked and crawled on six crooked highways', who 'heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world', still embodies the visionary movement of a decade set on shaking the very foundations of western society through the movement of culture and the golden ideals of peace, freedom and equality. Its a shame really, that the baby steps of social progression were brought to crawl through an increasingly consumerist, less conscious society. Perhaps Dylan will soon become more relevant than ever, with America about to go under; the UK and Europe will undoubtedly follow... And hell I know what they all say 'you can't make a difference anyway', what if we can? If its going to come soon it will come very soon and it can only succeed in the USA; where its national dream is dead, crumbled under the boots of the bourgeois. Wake up! Help everyone to help yourselves! Read some Marx, listen to Dylan: 50 years and these two men will be like Jesus and Santa; that or we will stay slaves, not terribly treated slaves, but slaves nonetheless. Which presumably you don't want, right?

    And as 'Like a Rolling Stone', begins I shall take the freedom to end. Thank you... If anyone wants to point out how irrelevant and over-subjective this piece of writing is feel free to laugh it off (your probably pretty rational people). However if you disagree with the fundamentals (Dylan's future religious significance and the future realization of Marx's universal dream of perfection; communism) well feel very free to argue, please!!!

    Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
    I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend
    I guess there's just us two"
    He screamed a bit and away he flew
    Thought I was a Communist

    Bob Dylan
    The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan
    Another Side of Bob Dylan
    Talking World War III Blues
    A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall
    Chimes of Freedom