Me too. I listen to his output of every decade since the 60s more than that supposed golden age.

Amanda, in some ways I will be even more interested in the later Bob. This. Must. Happen.

You’ll notice this one got through allright despite the intemperate language above.

Are there some kinda guideines you could post here Mark?

“Make a note Bluebottle -give Nooteboom a rocket.”
“I thin he allready dided it, my cap’ntain”

http://www.ananova.com/entertainment/story/sm_1553674.html

Woot.

I can’t imagine John Howard saying “I liked Cees Nooteboom, but I haven’t read him lately”

I can write the article already. Indeed, Elder has already written the article already, about a million and one times already. It will mentions Keats et al and someone edgy and hip like James Baldwin, ‘cos Bruce is a book reviewer too you see and he’s smart, and will be all about how Dylan Isn’t A Real Poet. It will quote Wiggle Wiggle. It will go on about his sad bastard fans — who are all aging hippies desperately clinging to the last thread of their youth — who haven’t ever even heard of Joyce but think Bobby spews forth King Lear every time he has a dodgy curry.

Oh yeah, and you know what? He stole songs is what.

Times this by about 1 million from the international press and I will go mad.

Mad, I tell you.

Heh. Apparently he’s some Dutch trier, James. There’s a discussion of the Bobster’s propects here. I thought this is a neat comment on “Idiot Wind”:

Christopher Ricks, who has also penned books about T. S. Eliot and John Keats, argues that Dylan’s lyrics not only qualify as poetry, but that Dylan is among the finest poets of all time, on the same level as Milton, Keats, and Tennyson. He points to Dylan’s mastery of rhymes that are often startling and perfectly judged. For example, this pairing from “Idiot Wind,” released in 1975:

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol

The metaphorical relation between the head and the head of state, both of them two big domes, and the “idiot wind” blowing out of Washington, D.C., from the mouths of politicians, made this particular lyric the “great disillusioned national rhyme,” according to Allen Ginsberg.

Look I know I’m a peasant here relatively speaking but I have never heard of these people. I’m not a complete redneck but I have still never heard of them. Never. If the Nobel people give one of these people the prize over Dylan then it is another piece of evidence for my case.

Atwood I left out deliberately and no, I do not propose they give it to Tom Clancy or Barbara Taylor-Bradford but Cees Nooteboom? You made that one up. I’m off to google these guys; I think I’ve stepped into an ignorant righty trap.

In words and music Dr Dylan has created an almost unlimited universe of art which has permeated the globe and, in fact, changed the history of the world.

As the same article also notes: ‘Type “Bob Dylan” into the Amazon book section and a list 12,682 titles will be offered to you’. Who can possibly compete, really, I mean to say? The more I think about it, the more I think the Nobel crowd (this is another betting shop) have more to gain in this than Bob.

For years, word on the street has been that the Nobel people have been all ready to give it to the great bard, except in that they have been fearful of being immortalised in reply. He has been inordinately well behaved of late …