On Bob Dylan receiving the Nobel prize for literature:
Needless to say, besides Yes! Today October 13, 2016,… how surprised and pleased about the Nobel Literature prize given to an artist, philosopher, prophet, and enabler for me, as I was young, who gave me direction, saying to myself, “if he can write and sing like that, I have a chance! Especially the singing part “. 🙂
This piece is in a volume of my work “The Night Before Breakfast “, that reflects his influence as I interpreted it into mine, (if not all I write). I could never explain his influence in my creative life. My generation should be proud.
“Will the circle be unbroken by and by Lord, by and by?”
Riots in our minds. Ever since make-believe
Became animation gunned down on the screen;
Shields of civility crumbled into face guards, titanium bras,
And shoulder holsters concealing mace, and razors
Freely dispensed in the religion of “crush and hate.”
Riots in our mind of dissatisfaction. Spurring the beast of greed,
Whether for gold or for whatever we think
Is ours; whatever we think “we deserve”
Piling on the “I am better.”
For the implosion of pleasure.
Our society, like Rome is burning.
Play, Nero, play!
Sizzle indifference for every god’s sake!
Burn respectability and responsibility;
Like crumbling toast on a flaming paper plate.
An evil tune from Hell’s riot plays!
Heart bangers and head choppers slither off the stage
Straddling and humping the sword of decency, heated with fervor.
You can hear them murmur,
“Break circle break!
Break circle break!
Break circle break!
Break it for ignorance
For our self-loving sake.”
Laura Bloomsbury
October 17, 2016 at 5:31 am
brilliant observations in Dylanesque protest style- especially true these lines spoken so eloquently
“make-believe
Became animation gunned down on the screen”
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Victoria C. Slotto
October 16, 2016 at 7:38 pm
Intense and raw feeling in this. This is such a difficult time for our poor world.
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mother wintermoon
October 15, 2016 at 12:32 am
Impassioned and evocative. Powerful message and work with the prompt.
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Miss Stacy
October 15, 2016 at 12:26 am
i totally agree with you. things aren’t what they used to be.
i think that’s the reason i prefer vintage/retro lyrics, music, and poetry and novels.
seems people were more ‘real’ back then. now it’s all about glam and popularity and who is the prettiest.
i think my soul bloomed in the 60’s…in some past life.
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Imelda
October 14, 2016 at 7:13 pm
Your lines are intense and quite timely even though, if I understand it correctly, this piece was written sometime ago.
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kanzensakura
October 14, 2016 at 4:12 pm
Oh the anger in yiur voice. You have out wrtten Dylan in this. Excellent and bitter write.
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Brian
October 14, 2016 at 9:29 am
How bout we have a riot of poets instead? I hear the mad coming on.
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Sanaa Rizvi
October 14, 2016 at 8:55 am
I agree, the anger the emotion in your verse is so raw and palpable.
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
October 14, 2016 at 12:36 am
Oh the anger in your words, so sad and so hard when greed can’t be cured, but instead is raised to religion.
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Sherry Marr
October 13, 2016 at 10:59 pm
Sing it, ZQ! For our heroes that fired our souls and got gunned down, and for the sorry mess we are in now. I have known dreams that died, but never imagined just how bad the nightmare could get.
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Bodhirose
October 13, 2016 at 9:42 pm
I feel the passion of Dylan in your words…well done!
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