Monday, February 9, 2015

something new this way comes

After reading in a book, and then typing out here, what poet Robert Lowell said about Bob Dylan's work, the words wore a groove in my memory:

"He leans on the crutch of his guitar."

Dylan "leans on the crutch of his guitar."

[thoughtful and puzzled silence]

Um -- so the answer to artistic and world challenges would be -- find the musicians and -- get their guitars away from them - ??

I don't know.
About that.

(Would Dylan be allowed to -- retain -- his harmonica?

Or would Mr. Lowell be wanting Bob to -- hand that over, as well?)

Must mechanics have their tools removed?
Would Poet Lowell give over his pens?
His typewriter?

Lowell's statement, in that interview, is meant to be quietly dramatic, I think.  The phrases arrest our attention:

"Bob Dylan is alloy; he is true folk and fake folk, and has a Caruso voice.  He has lines, but I doubt if he has written whole poems.  He leans on the crutch of his guitar."

I don't know exactly why this commands our focus:  the phrasing, or something.  That's what the poet does.  (Unless, of course -- we -- TOOK AWAY HIS PENS AND TYPEWRITER [!])

{No writing-on-computers in Lowell's generation; he died just when word processors were about to come into widespread use....}


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