We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Dear Bird Dog, Did you see the Twitter hashtag, #NobelforDylan? It's for those who would like to see him get the Nobel Prize for literature. And why not? He was the poet of his generation, a bard, a genius of the American vernacular.
Why? I know it would make me happy to see what he did given the recognition as a serious form of literature. There are no great poets anymore except those involved in song, at least none of the stature of Eliot and Auden. Do you know any?
One of my favorites is I'll Be Your Baby Tonight. We play The Whiskey Ain't Working which segues into Dylan's song.
Well a woman warm and willin', Lord that's what I'm lookin' for,
'Cause the whiskey ain't workin' anymore
Lord, the whiskey ain't workin' anymore, that's for sure
[... and she said ...]
Close your eyes, close the door
You don’t have to worry anymore
I’ll be your baby tonight
The Poetry of Violence