Redefining Boundaries.......

.......of Literature.

                 How many decades has it been? Five or twenty? We have listened and knelt at the altar of Robert Allen Zimmerman, or as I call him (my personal friend) (you know I believe this) Bob Dylan.
                 If you have been lucky enough to hear him in his youth, that poets voice speaks ever so softly. However if you have heard, the old crooner that he is now, it is much like spitting out gravel. I count myself on the receiving end of both. I heard the rarest of birds, decades apart, who composed for my generation.
                This past week, unless you live under a rock, you know Bobby won the Pulitzer Prize for Literature. I felt like a mother hen, one of my own, had a trophy!! Some were in awe, and others distraught. ( such division in our country these days) ( maybe always) (sad) ( I think I should be using hashtags, instead of my parenthesis) #Iamtoosetinmyways
                Now back to my thought...two sides for every coin, works when you win! My soul is on the side of love, love, love for this man's work of literature, poetry, words of my heart. For days I researched
all of his song lyrics, trying to pick a favorite. Lay, Lady, Lay was high on the top, I promised myself YEARS ago, I would have a big brass bed! and I did most of my married life. I just thought that song was so sexy??Lord I will have to look up the date when it came out! I may have been a baby?? When did I start thinking about sex, Lord, this is therapy stuff!! All Along The Watchtower, Like a Rolling Stone, Knocking On Heavens Door, A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall, Rainy Day Woman, Tomorrow is a Long Time, Shelter from The Storm, It Ain't Me Babe, Maggie's Farm,  forever continues.
Go back and read some of his songs, it is a beautiful experience. A folk master, troubled, drug fueled, recluse, Jesus and Moses on his side, a medicine man, serving up joy juice. He wrote his own journey, and took us with him.
               When my boys were little, I don't think Emma was born, we would listen for hours to The Traveling Wilburys. One of my favorite group of artists all together with Bob.
                Years later at an outdoor festival in Atlanta, I took high school and college aged boys, mine, to Music Midtown, to expose them to Bob. Well, I lost them, or they lost me!! and I stood by myself, next to the stage, under the stars, holding my heart. Tears flowing, and me, happy to see Bob Dylan. He was rusty and fit like a glove. He so deserves this award.
                 ( Oh, I did find my children, they had gone back to Wards dorm, and left their mom to be with her hippie music!) ( They were lucky I did not run off and join the band!)
                 Or maybe I did, metaphorically speaking! Blowing in the wind, I think their is an answer in there somewhere.
                love
                B