Ain't Talkin'

As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines
I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Through this weary world of woe
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
No one on earth would ever know

They say prayer has the power to help
So pray from the mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I'm trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going well

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
I'll burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
They'll be no mercy for you once you've lost

Now I'm all worn down by weepin'
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleepin'
I'll just slaughter them where they lie

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walking through the cities of the plague

The whole world is filled with speculation
The whole wide world which people say is round
They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you're down

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Eatin' hog-eyed grease in hog-eyed town
Heart burnin' – still yearnin'
Someday you'll be glad to have me around

They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack
I'll make the most of one last extra hour
I'll avenge my father's death then I'll step back

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Got to get you out of my miserable brain

All my loyal and much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
My mule is sick, my horse is blind
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Thinkin' ‘bout that gal I left behind

It's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire's gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenly aid?

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Carrying a dead man's shield
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' with a toothache in my heel

The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has its tears
I'm not playing, I'm not pretending
I'm not nursing any superfluous fears

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Walkin' ever since the other night
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' ‘til I'm clean out of sight

As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma'am I beg your pardon
There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Up the road around the bend
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
In the last outback, at the world's end

All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here," said the Joker to the Thief
"There's too much confusion; I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine; plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth"

"No reason to get excited," the Thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now; the hour is getting late"

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance, a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching; the wind began to howl

Inače, napisao je muziku za film Pat Garrett i Billy Kid, čuvam taj album.

Ja sam baš poštovalac lika i dela Bob Dylana ali ovo sa nobelovim nagradama je postalo košmar za zdravu pamet. Mr. Zimerman je tip iz takozvane subkulture, kakva crna književnost. Ali kad je mogao Obama da posle mesec i po predsedniovanja dobije tu jadnu nagradu za mir, sve može. Oduvek je Nobelova nagrada bila podmuklo političko sredstvo, danas je to toliko ogoljeno da se poštenim ljudima gadi sve to.

Ako književnost nešto mora da radi, to je da dopire do čitalaca i slušalaca; Bob Dilan je savršen primer toga.Bob Dilanov Nobel za književnost je izazvao bes među američkim intelektualcima koji suočekivali da nagradu dobiju stranci poput poljske spisateljice Olge Tokarčuk ili ruskog pesnika Evgenija Jevtušenka, da uzmem dva primera bliska mom srcu. Jedan moj prijatelj pisac je Dilanovog Nobela nazvao "sramotom", drugi je rekao da njegov maser sada opravdano može da očekuje Nobelovu nagradu u oblasti medicine sledeće godine. Ali kao prevodilac Tokarčukove na engleski i bivša Jevtušenkova studentkinja, nisam besna. Zapravo, po mom mišljenju, Dilan je perfektan izbor za ovogodišnju nagradu.

New York Times piše da odluka iz Stokholma predstavlja šok. Ali zaista, ne bi trebalo da predstavlja toliko iznenađenje. Već decenijama Dilan dobija podršku za Nobela od pisaca širom sveta. Za one koji su se ove godine kladili na ishod, Dilan je takođe bio kandidat – sajt za klađenje Ledbroks je šanse za njegov dobitak postavio ispod Filipa Rota, ali iznad Džoun Didion, Lidije Dejvis i Karl Uve Knausgora.
Nigde u Nobelovom mandatu ne piše da nagrada mora biti dodeljena nekome ko nije poznat. Još bitnije, nigde ne piše da Amerikanci treba da budu tolike neznalice kada je reč o tome ko je (ne)poznat ili vredan u svetu koji postoji izvan njihovih granica.

Da sa vratim na primere koje sam prvenstveno navela, Olga Togarčuk je najprodavanija književnica u Poljskoj (i ostatku Evrope), čija je nijansirana društvena kritika izazvala masovnu polemiku one vrste za koju bi Amerikanci trebalo da izdvoje vremena, kako je još uvek nejasno kako će pojava represivnih režima u centralnoj Evropi uticati na svetsku geopolitiku. Na vrhuncu svoje karijere, Jevgenij Jevtušenko je pred 50 hiljada ljudi recitovao svoja dela poput "Babi Yar", pesme o Holokaustu.

Mali broj Amerikanaca prati ovakve pisce i probleme kojima se bave u svojim delima. Ali niko ne bi ni u ludilu umanjivao njihov doprinos svetskoj kulturi. Dilan, kakvo god da je vaše lično mišljenje, nije ni po čemu drugačiji.Umetnici i umetničke forme često budu poštovani tek kada ih prepoznaju u ostatku sveta. Borhes i tango su osvojili Argentinu tek nakon što su priznati u Francuskoj. Ja sam recimo otkrila Dilana u Parizu 2012. godine na izložbi u Cité de la musique. Nisam odrasla slušajući njegovu muziku, ali sambila oduševljena snagom njegovih tekstova, bilo da se bavi duhom vremena ili nekim bazičnim egzistencijalnim pitanjima.

. “Neverovatnim primerom
njegove brilijantne rime, sastavljanja refrena i izuzetnog načina
razmišljanja”.