Smokin Joe
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- Bare headed cyclist, Smoker
I've never forgiven him for going electric...
That's a straightforward William Blake pastiche - 17th century poetic style meets 19th century social awareness. Except that Blake would probably have realised that St Augustine wasn't really the sort of apocalyptic preacher implied here. The poem is leaden - hidebound by its metre ("out" and "oh" in the last stanza are redundant words put in solely to make the metre work) and its rhyme scheme.I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive as you or me
Tearing through these quarters
In the utmost misery
With a blanket underneath his arm
And a coat of solid gold
Searching for the very souls
Whom already have been sold.
"Arise, arise", he cried so loud
With a voice without restraint
"Come out ye gifted kings and queens
And hear my sad complaint
No martyr is among ye now
Whom you can call your own
So go on your way accordingly
But know you're not alone".
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine
Alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That put him out to death
Oh, I awoke in anger
So alone and terrified
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried.
I've never forgiven him for going electric...
That's up to everyone to decide. I'm not arguing ex auctoritate - I'm saying why I think they've got it wrong, with specific reference to the poem you posted as an example of his work. Live with it, sunshine - people disagree with people. Some people even disagree with you.The Nobel Committee -vs- some random bloke on the internet. Whose opinion to give greater weight to..?
I prefer the other Dylan ...... the Welsh one.
The sound doesn't seem to be working. I quite like Joan Baez.
appalling self indulgent whiney art school tripe