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POET & PROPHET? HEARD IT ALL BEFORE?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

asks Norman Warwick<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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On Bob Dylan\u00b4s eightieth birthday earlier this year, The Guardian writer Edward Docx was reminding us that \u00b4we know all 39 studio albums inside out; and the bootlegs; and the basement tapes; and the bootlegs of basements. We can tell what year a recording was made simply by hearing which of Dylan\u2019s dozen or so voices he is using.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00b4Bad Dylan for us is interesting Dylan\u00b4, <\/em>said Mr. Docx. \u00b4We were there for the desert wastelands of the mid-late 1980s, the soporific crooning-swamps of the middle 2010s; we even bought the 2009 Christmas album \u2013 a record so bad that an hour of pocket-dialled voicemail would make for less painful listening.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00b4So what exactly are we celebrating? What have we been listening to all these years? And is there any way we can share the experience with the unconverted, (does he mean me<\/strong>?). or at least illuminate it a little?\u00b4<\/em> Mr. Docx wondersed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u00b4In a straightforward way\u00b4,<\/em> he replies to himself, for he is seemingly a man with all the answers, \u00b4we are celebrating the immensity of Bob Dylan\u2019s 60-year artistic contribution to the human story. The man has written more than 500 immortal songs. But we\u2019re also celebrating the way in which he has continued to make work that is still so alive and expressive, well into his eighth decade. His last album,\u00a0Rough and Rowdy\u00a0Ways\u00a0(2020)<\/strong><\/a>, will come to be considered one of his finest.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here down the sidetracks & detours we based our week long Dylan festival (if five articles in five days constitute a festival) on the track of Murder Most Foul and would certainly agree with that assessment of the album.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00b4Where once Dylan was the most interesting Hamlet of his generation\u00b4<\/em> continued Docx, \u00b4he is now the most interesting Prospero. As with Goethe or Beethoven or Picasso, the late works stand as measured and resonant equal to the raw, intense virtuosity of his unsurpassable early output \u2013 those first eight albums, written and recorded between the ages of 21 and 26.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We are celebrating Dylan\u2019s inspiring commitment in another way, too. From 1990 until 2019, he played an average of more than 100 shows a year \u2013 every year \u2013 all around the planet. Can you imagine that? Forget the artistic requirements, could you even face the travel? It takes most people a fortnight of sweat to psych themselves up for a wedding speech or an instantly forgotten work presentation in their home town. But consider what it\u2019s like holding an audience of thousands for two hours with nothing but your voice, your songs, your words.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

From first glance to dying breath, there\u2019s no\u00a0feeling of love that Dylan hasn\u2019t rendered in song.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

.And it\u2019s in the live performances that we\u2019re celebrating another thing about Dylan\u2019s extraordinary creative dynamism. Because every night he plays his songs in a slightly different way. Works from decades ago will be reimagined and reshaped so as to acquire new resonances \u2013 not just for the audience, but also for Dylan himself. Unlike, say,\u00a0Mick Jagger<\/a>, whose work is some kind of frozen-in-time museum re-enactment, or\u00a0Paul Simon<\/a>, whose fastidiousness speaks somehow of anxiety and limitation, or\u00a0Paul McCartney<\/a>\u00a0with his nursery rhymes, Dylan writes songs that are textured and capacious enough to withstand endless reinterpretation\u00b4<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

(And another three bite the Docx, sorry, the dust)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00b4A common experience when seeing him live,\u00b4<\/em> continued Mr. Docx, disregarding the body count, \u00b4is to discover that a song that you thought was about rage is suddenly transformed into something tender. Ten years on, at another concert, that same song you now think of as tender turns out to be a wry throwaway burlesque. The burlesque later becomes an elegy. And on it goes.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Woody Guthries<\/em><\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

photo 3 guthrie We\u2019re also celebrating Dylan\u2019s epic resilience. We live in times where everyone jostles for attention, for approval, for applause. Conversely, Dylan\u2019s attitude of supreme indifference to the press, or to public opinion, or even towards the Nobel prize committee, seems somehow stirring, comforting almost. It\u2019s not so much that he annoys his critics every few years, it\u2019s more that he simply doesn\u2019t think about them. He follows his muse. Down the decades he has been Little Richard electric, Woodie Guthrie folk, his own folk, his own electric, imperious, stoned, quasi-biblical, country, crooning, pastoral, comeback, Gypsy, despairing, Christian, biblical-biblical, Jewish, nowhere, drunk, back again, lost, finger-picking, back again, mighty and unbowed, Santa, Sinatra, and at the last \u2026 transcendent. And you feel when you listen to his work as though you are partaking in some part of his extraordinary endurance. Like he\u2019s sharing some form of heroic tenacity or stoicism. Quite literally, you are given strength<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What\u00a0are<\/strong>\u00a0we listening to? And to put the question that all Dylan\u2019s work asks at its heart, how does it feel? At its simplest: we\u2019re listening to a highly intelligent artist with a rare sensibility address the subjects that most define and preoccupy human beings throughout this inexplicable celebration\/catastrophe we call life. We\u2019re also listening to one of the great poetical anatomists of love. Wherever you are on the relationship curve, from first glance to dying breath, there\u2019s no feeling or mood of love that Dylan has not rendered in song. And \u2013 as with a handful of the very greatest poets \u2013 he pays equal attention to the intellectual, physical and spiritual aspects of love and can render all three with equal fidelity and felicity in a single work. Who else can make a single line point in four different emotional directions at the same time? \u201cDon\u2019t think twice, it\u2019s all right\u201d \u2013 meaning: don\u2019t think twice, it\u2019s all right; don\u2019t think twice, it\u2019s\u00a0not\u00a0all right;\u00a0do\u00a0think twice, it\u2019s all right (so fuck you); and do think twice, because, Christ, it\u2019s not all right at all and I miss you more than you will ever know\u00b4.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the ears of Mr. Docx, we\u2019re listening to \u00b4a very political artist. An artist who comes for power again and again \u2013 speaking truth. But an artist who fears that \u201cpower and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is\u201d. And thus an artist trying to fight his way through the disgust and the despair that this vision engenders. An artist who, in so doing, returns to us the slim hope provided by artistic communion; that by naming it, and seeing it, and singing it, we might yet overcome our own darker nature or at least keep it at bay\u00b4.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00b4People talk of Dylan \u201cfinding Jesus\u201d in the late 1970s just as they talk of him being a \u201cpolitical protest singer\u201d<\/em> in the 60s\u00b4said the journalist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That somehow doesn\u00b4t ring true to me. They are simply the misperceptions of the ill-informed. Those interested enough in Dylan knows those things are incorrect, and are probably sanguine enough that none of that matters. Unless Dylan is seeking to convert people. I find no evidence that he is, and his followers should know better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr. Docx is on safer ground, though,\u00a0 when reminding us that \u00b4Dylan is perpetually looking for God and his protest is political only because underneath it is (and always has been) existential. He is often explicitly protesting against injustice, sure, but he is also making incandescent protest against the indifferent universe. He is concerned with spirituality in its deepest sense \u2013 the quest for human dignity and meaning \u2013 and he long ago renounced the formal strictures of Christianity or Judaism. In 1997, he said: \u201cI find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don\u2019t find it anywhere else \u2026 The songs are my lexicon. I believe the songs.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We are listening to an artist who has studied and absorbed the poets that have gone before him. \u201cI contain multitudes,\u201d he sings in\u00a0Rough and Rowdy Ways. Many books have been written about his reading and refiguring of Blake and Keats and the Beats; of Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Rilke; of Chaucer and Auden (left)<\/strong> and Eliot and Yeats. The list is endless. Then there\u2019s his ever-evolving reading of the Bible, and the way all of those cadences and testaments reverberate in his work. In the later albums, he has been steeping himself in the ancients. Sometimes he is communing with Ovid \u2013 redeploying lines, summoning up Ovidian ideas of exile, of fame and alienation, of living too long, of staying alive by writing poetry, of living for ever. Other times, he is singing that he has fallen in love with Calliope, foremost of the muses in Greek mythology and the patron of epic poetry.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dylan writes songs that stand for decades, moments in history, yet also say something acute about how you feel today<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As a listener, you don\u2019t need to know any of this. But the feeling his work transmits is that it\u2019s layered and sage, that the songs are moving backwards and forwards through time in the company of other poets and writers. And in doing this, Dylan does what all great art does: he puts us in conversation with the generations that have gone before and are yet to come.\u00b4<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We are celebrating an artist who can transform his personal experience into something mythic and then back again into something that is personally meaningful to his listener. (This double operation is at the heart of his genius.) Dylan writes songs that feel iconic and yet intimate. Songs that seem to stand for decades, movements, issues, moments in history, yet also say something acute about how you feel today.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yet the songs also feel just out of reach, self-sealed in such a way that you can\u2019t reduce or define or explain them. I have heard Dylan play All Along the Watchtower live dozens of times; it\u2019s the song he has performed most in his career \u2013 at more than 2,200 concerts \u2013 ahead even of Like a Rolling Stone. But what it is \u201cabout\u201d, I don\u2019t know. There\u2019s a joker and there\u2019s a thief and there\u2019s so much confusion that they\u2019re in danger of talking falsely. All I can tell you is that somehow their plight is my plight is your plight is our plight is the end of the world. Because, yes, the hour is getting late and the wind has begun to howl\u00b4<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The core of what we are celebrating is the way Dylan uses words, hauling up fresh water from the deep and stony wells of language in a voice that neither quite sings, nor declaims, nor prays, nor hollers, nor laments, but all of these. A voice, in recent years, of broken tablets and the blood of the land.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In his Nobel address, Dylan said: \u201cThe words in Shakespeare\u2019s plays were meant to be acted on the stage. Just as lyrics in songs are meant to be sung, not read, on a page. And I hope some of you get the chance to listen to these lyrics the way they were intended to be heard: in concert, or on record, or however people are listening to songs these days. I return once again to Homer, who says \u2018Sing in me, oh Muse, and through me tell the story\u2019.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And this is perhaps the best way to think about it. The experience of listening to Dylan feels a close cousin to the experience of hearing the soliloquies of Shakespeare: the way Shakespeare manages to get Hamlet to say what only Hamlet needs to say and yet somehow to speak for all of us in a certain mood. Another day it\u2019s Iago, of course. Or Rosalind. Shylock. Richard II. Portia or Puck. And each soliloquy open to as many different interpretations as there are actors to speak them.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Which brings me to what I think we\u2019re celebrating most of all: Dylan\u2019s generosity. Because Dylan, like Shakespeare and Homer (left)<\/strong> , is an artist who disappears as only the greatest can. An artist who somehow creates work far beyond himself. We have no idea what Shakespeare feels. You look for him in the plays \u2013 all the way from Juliet to King Lear via Bottom and Cleopatra \u2013 and you can\u2019t find him: he has mysteriously vanished from the work altogether. Same with Dylan. Sure, the songs come through him and by him but they\u2019re not for him. They are there for the benefit of anyone and everyone who wishes to fathom human nature in their company. They exist for all the world today and they will exist for all the world tomorrow. They will always be there for me. They will always be there for you\u00b4.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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