The Ghost of Bob Dylan: On the two models of poetry

I remember I first listened to Bob Dylan’s songs back in 2004 when I was studying in the small town of Colchester (the oldest town, and the first capital of Britain). I found myself relating to his songs in a way that I had never related to music before. The combination of his powerful lyrics and wildly raw singing style left me enthralled. For instance, I still can’t get over how someone can write the following lines:

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Or consider these lines from the song, It’s Alright, Ma (I m only bleeding):

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only

How does someone even begin to write like that? Of course, Ghalib, the great poet of the Indian subcontinent had already revealed the ‘secret’:

These themes come to me from the world unseen,
Ghalib, the scratching of the pen is the voice of the heavenly angel

So during those days Bob Dylan’s connection with the heavenly angels was ultra strong. He wrote song after song that moved and inspired an entire generation. The fulcrum of the songs was centered on the political and social themes that fired up the 60s. However, what made Dylan special was that like Iqbal, Pablo Neruda, Faiz and Sahir, before him, even his most political songs are deeply poetic, and he never loses sight of his role as an artist. Conversely, during those days, Dylan also remembered that an artist’s role as a political and social commentator cannot be divorced from art.  Therefore, at that time, his poetry didn’t adhere to the model which emphasizes art for art’s sake.

However, as time passed, Dylan’s attitude changed. He came to disavow the protest poetry that he had done earlier. He claimed that people misinterpreted him and ascribed more meaning to his lyrics than he had intended, or worse, that he wrote that stuff because that was what people were buying. However, the real reason for his disavowal can perhaps be found in the poignant song, Things have changed from the year 2000:

People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I’ve been walking forty miles of bad road
If the Bible is right, the world will explode
I’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can’t win with a losin’ hand

And this sad attitude culminated, quite logically, with Dylan accepting the Presidential Medal of Freedom last year from Barack Obama. O well, as Howard Zinn said, “You can’t be neutral on a moving train”. So in trying to “get as far away from himself as he could”, Dylan landed in the arms of the Master of War himself.

I conclude with a song dedicated to him:

The Ghost of Bob Dylan

We shall overcome one day?
Like this? Who was to say! 
A black man is president
The leading devil resident

 The answer was blowing in the wind
But the wind was stench’d
And you chose to rescind 
Our dreams all wrenched
 
He knew there was room at the top still
So he learned how to smile as he kill’d
Wanted to be the top man on the hill
Was it for the likes of him 
You sang all hoarse and shrill?????? 
 
The dream is long dead
You were just riding a moment
As you have too often said
Now for hiding and being prudent
 
What happened to that boy
Who saw the Ship was not far
Would he play with the blood-tainted toy
From that biggest ‘Master of War’???
 
(You say) youth is all very well for revolution
Old age: Its all about evolution
And who am I to question you,
You were the prophet, and me?
(An abject piece of goo!)
 
Your later-day motto became:
Right or wrong
Isn’t it all a lore?
Two and two five?
Or two and two four?
Its all such a bore!
 
There are many harder nuts around
Who have not cracked on the ground
Who amid all this furore
Remember two plus two four
 
And if they too fall down 
That still doesn’t change anythin’
We are all weak; we are all hurtin’
But what is true shall remain true!
(And though you are gone, I still love you)

Endnote: A belated birthday tribute to Bob Dylan born May 24, 1941.

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rrameez

I am interested in understanding the links between science models and engineering models, and whether we can design a "science" for fields that require interdisciplinary research. Specifically, my field is the design of techno-social systems. Such systems are not traditional computing systems and require an inter-disciplinary approach for their design. Generally, I am interested in modeling and simulation, and seek to apply my knowledge of the same in various domains including arts, politics, science and engineering You can reach me at rrameez@gmail.com Rameez Rahman

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