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Bob Dylan quotes: he who's busy being born

There's no black and white, left and right to me any more; there's only up and down and down is very close to the ground. And I'm trying to go up without thinking about anything trivial such as politics. They has got nothing to do with it. I'm thinking about the general people and when they get hurt.
Address to the Emergency Civil Liberties Committee (13 December 1963)

a poem is a naked person . . . some people say that I am a poet

Liner notes, Bringing It All Back Home (1965)

Reporter: How many people who labor in the same musical vineyard in which you toil - how many are protest singers? That is, people who use their music, and use the songs to protest the, uh, social state in which we live today: the matter of war, the matter of crime, or whatever it might be.
Bob Dylan: Um...how many?
Reporter: Yes. How many?
Bob Dylan: Uh, I think there's about, uh...136.
Reporter: You say about 136, or you mean exactly 136?
Bob Dylan: Uh, it's either 136 or 142.
Press conference in Los Angeles, California (17 December 1965), as seen and heard in No Direction Home.

Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb.
Heard in the D. A. Pennebaker documentary Dont Look Back (1967)

God, I'm glad I'm not me.
Said when reading a newspaper article about himself in Dont Look Back (1967)

Chaos is a friend of mine.
Newsweek (9 December 1985)

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.
Interview published with the Biograph album set (1985)

The first two lines, which rhymed 'kiddin' you' and 'didn't you,' just about knocked me out, and later on, when I got to the jugglers and the chrome horse and the princess on the steeple, it all just about got to be too much.
Discussing the song "Like a Rolling Stone" in Rolling Stone magazine (1988)

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around — the music and the ideas.
The Guardian (13 February 1992)

That ear - I mean, Jesus, he's got to will that to the Smithsonian.
In reference to Brian Wilson, Newsweek (1997)

Because Dickens and Dostoevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.
Liner notes, The Bootleg Series Vol. 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964 (2004)

We may not be able to defeat these swine, but we don't have to join them.
As quoted in Kingdom of Fear (2003) by Hunter S. Thompson

Sometimes you say things in songs even if there's a small chance of them being true. And sometimes you say things that have nothing to do with the truth of what you want to say and sometimes you say things that everyone knows to be true. Then again, at the same time, you're thinking that the only truth on earth is that there is no truth on it. Whatever you are saying, you're saying in a ricky-tick way. There's never time to reflect. You stitched and pressed and packed and drove, is what you did.
Chronicles: Vol. One (2004)

The road out would be treacherous, and I didn’t know where it would lead but I followed it anyway. It was a strange world ahead that would unfold, a thunderhead of a world with jagged lightning edges. Many got it wrong and never did get it right. I went straight into it. It was wide open. One thing for sure, not only was it not run by God, but it wasn’t run by the devil either.
Chronicles: Vol. One (2004)

I put one on the turntable and when the needle dropped, I was stunned — didn't know whether I was stoned or straight.
Referring to the first Woody Guthrie record he ever heard, on Chronicles (2004)

Morality has nothing in common with politics.
Chronicles: Vol. One (2004)

I had ambitions to set out and find, like an odyssey or going home somewhere… set out to find… this home that I’d left a while back and couldn’t remember exactly where it was, but I was on my way there. And encountering what I encountered on the way was how I envisioned it all. I didn’t really have any ambition at all. I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be, and so, I’m on my way home, you know?
No Direction Home (2005)

You can't be wise and in love at the same time.
No Direction Home (2005)

He's a pinboy. He also wears suspenders. He's a real person. You know him, but not by that name... I saw him come into the room one night and he looked like a camel. He proceeded to put his eyes in his pocket. I asked this guy who he was and he said, "That's Mr. Jones." Then I asked this cat, "Doesn't he do anything but put his eyes in his pocket?" And he told me, "He puts his nose on the ground." It's all there, it's a true story.
When asked about the meaning of the song "Ballad of a Thin Man" during a 1965 interview.

I don't call myself a poet, because I don't like the word.
Said at a press conference, as seen in the Martin Scorsese documentary No Direction Home

I don't believe you! You're a liar! … Play it fucking loud!
Dylan's response to the shout of "Judas" by a heckler, followed by his instructions to his band over the count-in to "Like A Rolling Stone." Heard on The Bootleg Series Vol. 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966

I read On the Road in maybe 1959. It changed my life like it changed everyone else's.
On the influence of Jack Kerouac on him, as quoted Grasping for the Wind : The Search for Meaning in the 20th Century (2001) by John W. Whitehead

Someone handed me Mexico City Blues in St. Paul [Minnesota] in 1959 and it blew my mind. It was the first poetry that spoke my own language.
On the influence of Jack Kerouac, as quoted in Jack Kerouac (2007) by Alison Behnke, p. 100

It’s not a character like in a book or a movie. He’s not a bus driver. He doesn’t drive a forklift. He’s not a serial killer. It’s me who’s singing that, plain and simple. We shouldn’t confuse singers and performers with actors. Actors will say, “My character this, and my character that.” Like beating a dead horse. Who cares about the character? Just get up and act. You don’t have to explain it to me.
. Bob Dylan, interview with Bill Flanagan. telegraph.co.uk (13 Apr 2009)

It's peculiar and unnerving in a way to see so many young people walking around with cellphones and iPods in their ears and so wrapped up in media and video games. It robs them of their self-identity. It's a shame to see them so tuned out to real life. Of course they are free to do that, as if that's got anything to do with freedom. The cost of liberty is high, and young people should understand that before they start spending their life with all those gadgets.
Rolling Stone #1078 (14 May 2009), p. 45

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"Positively 4th Street", by Bob Dylan

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s winning

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt
Why then don’t you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

Blogger's revenge. Yes, I did write some stuff about this, how therapeutic this song is for so many people, then deleted it. About how he gets away with saying things we maybe all should say, but instead we try to be Nice and keep it inside and let it rot us until we go completely insane. I too had to finally tell someone I had had ENOUGH, but she did not at all at all understand it, so I became the heavy for breaking up a wonderful friendship. So who was I to rescue someone trapped in a mine cave-in of their own making?

As a nice post-script, but without the tune because it's virtually identical to the above. And without Blingees. Or with only one. Or two?

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can’t answer him back
I’m sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it’s to say
That he needs you to test his inventions

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little tin women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to

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Why Ringo is the best ex-Beatle

Or should we say, "better" ex-Beatle? Since there are only two left (my math isn't THAT bad).

Why doesn't anyone ever mention how great Ringo looks? In his youth, he was the most  awkward-looking of the group. Girls loved him because they wanted to mother him. He was a solid journeyman drummer, but nothing special, so what did he add to the group? Vulnerability, naivete, and an appealing homeliness.

Now he has aged into his features and clearly kicks ass, outstripping Paul (who has had a little work done, obviously). Not only that: say the name Paul and no one knows which Paul you mean, but Ringo. . . 

Biblioclasm: or, what happened to all my books?

THESE ILLUSTRATIONS OF UNUSUAL WORDS ARE AMAZING
BY AILSA ROSS

JANUARY 10, 2016

YOUR ENGLISH TEACHER PROBABLY TOLD you to steer clear of flowery language, but how great would it be if words like ‘ultracrepidarian’ (a person who gives opinions and advice on matters outside of one’s knowledge) came back into common parlance? These visual interpretations of unusual words, by Project Twins, are amazing. Here’s your A-Z rundown.

1

Acersecomic

Acersecomic: A person whose hair has never been cut.

2

Biblioclasm

Biblioclasm: The practice of destroying, often ceremoniously, books or other written material and media.

3

Cacodemonomania

Cacodemonomania: The pathological belief that one is inhabited by an evil spirit.



4

Dactylion

Dactylion: An anatomical landmark located at the tip of the middle finger.

5

Enantiodromia

Enantiodromia: The conversion of something into its opposite.

6

Fanfaronade

Fanfaronade: Swaggering; empty boasting; blustering manner or behavior; ostentatious display.

7

Gorgonize

Gorgonize: To have a paralysing or mesmerising effect on: Stupefy or Petrify.

8

Hamartia

Hamartia: The character flaw or error of a tragic hero that leads to his downfall.

9

Infandous

Infandous: Unspeakable or too odious to be expressed or mentioned.



10

Jettatura

Jettatura: The casting of an evil eye.

11

Ktenology

Ktenology: The science of putting people to death.

12

Leptosome

Leptosome: A person with a slender, thin, or frail body.

13

Montivagant

Montivagant: Wandering over hills and mountains.

14

Noegenesis

Noegenesis: Production of knowledge.

15

Ostentiferous

Ostentiferous: Bringing omens or unnatural or supernatural manifestations.



16

Pogonotrophy

Pogonotrophy: The act of cultivating, or growing and grooming, a mustache, beard, sideburns or other facial hair.

17

Quockerwodger

Quockerwodger: A rare nineteenth-century word for a wooden toy which briefly became a political insult.

18

Recumbentibus

Recumbentibus: A knockout punch, either verbal or physical.

19

Scripturient

Scripturient: Possessing a violent desire to write.

20

Tarantism

Tarantism: A disorder characterised by an uncontrollable urge to dance.

21

Ultracrepidarian

Ultracrepidarian: A person who gives opinions and advice on matters outside of one’s knowledge.

22

Vernalagnia

Vernalagnia: A romantic mood brought on by Spring.

23

Welter

Welter: A confused mass; a jumble; turmoil or confusion.

24

Xenization

Xenization: The act of traveling as a stranger.

25

Yonderly

Yonderly: Mentally or emotionally distant; absent-minded.

26

Zugzwang

Zugzwang: A position in which any decision or move will result in problem

P. S. These are not "mine", but quoted from somewhere else. Some Facebook-y thing, which quoted somebody who was quoting somebody else (links provided). I could post a link to the original, but nobody would follow it because my links are shit. So I hereby disown these. They have GOT to be more interesting than that godawful post rating the danger of dollar store products, but their sheer ubiquity (and I only posted them from A - M!) made them irresistible. These, though - I know what "welter" is, they threw that one in to keep us from slapping ourselves on the forehead with frustration and despair, but the rest - I sort of know some of them, and the rest of them - come ON, people, we know these aren't real words!

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Death is not the end

Alan Rickman died, and though I was not a particular fan, I could not help but be aware of him. The fact that, like Bowie, he died in his 60s casts a chill, particularly in light of a chilling phone call I just got, with some medical test results that are Not Good, and perhaps not good At All.

There's a poem going around that Alan Rickman read at Robyn Hitchcock's 50th birthday party (not that I have any idea who HE is), and it's called Death is Not The End. I looked it up, and - sorry, I hated it, though I am sure that, as with Auden's splendid Funeral Blues, it'll be read at many a celebration-of-life-let's-pretend-he-isn't-dead-so-we-don't-ever-have-to-feel-any-grief blowout until the next thingie comes along. Sorry to be so cynical, but that's just how I feel. Death and its trappings are yet another fad to be tweeted about, then quickly forgotten.

Then I found this poem/lyric with the same title, only it was written by old Mr. Saddle Leather himself, Bob Dylan. This starts off well enough, almost sappily, but slowly becomes more - what, dysphoric? Dysphoric is a good term. By the end of the thing we have a miniature dystopia, if not a kind of teacup apocalypse complete with looting, raping, and mindless destruction. It's typical Dylan in that if you blow through it quickly, you won't get the full impact. Each verse adds another layer of hopelessness and doom until the city is ablaze, choked with the greasy black smoke of burning human flesh:

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned -

Death is Not The End

Lyrics by Bob Dylan

from Down In The Groove

When you're sad and when you're lonely

And you haven't got a friend

Just remember that death is not the end

And all that you held sacred

Falls down and does not mend

Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end

Just remember that death is not the end

When you're standin' on their crossroads

That you cannot comprehend

Just remember that death is not the end

And all your dreams have vanished

And you don't know what's up the bend

Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end

Just remember that death is not the end

When the storm clouds gather round you

And heavy rains descend

Just remember that death is not the end

And there's no one there to comfort you

With a helpin' hand to lend

Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end

Just remember that death is not the end

Oh, the tree of life is growing

Where the spirit never dies

And the bright light of salvation shines

In dark and empty skies

When the cities are on fire

With the burnin' flesh of men

Just remember that death is not the end

And you search in vain to find

Just one law abiding citizen

Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end

Just remember that death is not the end

Not the end, not the end

Just remember that death is not the end

POST-BLOG. Late at night, as always, and wondering what it all Means, if anything. I went from the death of a celeb I barely recognized, to (unconsciously, at first) anxiety about two deaths of celebrities who were ONLY in their 60s, when I am ONLY in mine, to - that phone call - damn that phone call, but it might be nothing. Probably is, nothing is ever wrong with me, is there? It's just a test result.

When slowly sinking into the desperation of this lyric, which like a lot of Dylan is deceptively simple (if not downright deceptive - it's saying something like, don't worry if the end of the world is coming, because there's a lot more where that came from), a few things came to mind, and I made a few gifs - I like moving illustrations best, and in the first draft I captioned them so it would be clear what they Meant. Then I redid them without captions, because captions look goofy and are best kept for really stupid or crazy ones. But the meaning might (?) be clear according to the three movies cited: Soylent Green ("Soylent Green is people!"), Planet of the Apes ("Get your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape!") and Apocalypse Now ("I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Smells like. . . victory.") Just a few of my dystopic, dysphoric, apocalyptic favorites.

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Demon Possessed Singing Trout

So anyways, it's late at night and I'm doing my usual YouTubey things, when I realize I've been doing those playlist thingies all wrong. You have to click on the BOTTOM one and then you get a whole bunch MORE of them on top. I wondered why it would say there were 562 videos, and I'd only get 39. So now I have about a zillion new videos under the category of Worst Thing I Ever Saw On Public Access TV. This was a standout. I have a singing lobster which I only bring out at Christmas, but he can more-or-less still sing. This is much more fun.

A real Craigslist ad? Or a fake Craigslist ad? You decide.

I work in the oilfield (mid 20’s) and have no time to date so I’m looking for a homeless girl that wants a place to stay . You do not need to work just cook clean and bedroom fun. I want someone I can chill with watch movies with and play PS4 with and gamer girls are a plus. You go from the streets to a big comfortable bed , hot bubble baths , and good food and a person to cuddle with on the couch. I want a girl to take to movies walks in the park , and to share hot coco with when the winter comes. You must be drug free and willing to stay that way. I have a high sex drive and love to cuddle. If this sounds like something you would be willing to try please send a couple pics to prove you are real and put the word “Home” in the title. You must swallow. I am real and it has been a little rainy lately, in fact it’s raining right now and all weekend!! Any RACE is fine under 25 preferred. Any older than that and you’ll come with an attitude and blame me for your situation…..!! Hope to hear from you soon. Thanks.

The only thing that seems suspicious here is that he doesn't mention body size. If he really meant this, he'd specify "must be between 5'6" and 5'8" in heels and under 115 pounds". So this is obviously concocted. It did stir up a lot of concern among law enforcement when it first appeared, who for some reason didn't think this stuff is a laughing matter. And it isn't. There's this utterly repellent sense that this "homeless girl" should be grateful for this wonderful opportunity to get in out of the rain. For the price of a few blowjobs and whatever other sexual stuff he wants, plus doing all the cooking and cleaning and washing his stinking underwear, you get all this: hot bubble baths, "coco", playing mindless video games, and lots and lots of cuddling on the sofa. What's worst about this thing, though, is the fact that it might even be real, and there might be people desperate enough to reply.

I think I'm going to be sick.