This reminds me of Salaì, who was Leonardo da Vinci's impetuous assistant who was nothing but trouble -- a lovable troublemaking brat who became his lifelong companion.
This poem has a tone that is also headstrong and full of language that is in your face. It is interesting to not shift the narrative to a young brat who learns his lesson and falls in line, but a true outsider who -- the opposite of Thich Nat Hun -- looks upon humanity with judgment and some godlike insolence.
Anyhow, I love Dylan for being nothing but Dylan and not joining any sort of groupthink. And this poem was a fun read. Going to play, Ballad of a Thin Man now...
A brat he was and is. He beat to the drum of the Beat poets, and he gathered his words from many sources along with his own rhyming thoughts. He, like Frank Sinatra sang, did it his way. It is a good way.
I’m feeling the irresistible urge to get the mug shot ordered to become my new favorite after this one. Perfect reminder that there’s still divine intervention alive and well on so many fronts. Cheers and happy Thanksgiving with all the trimmings.
Nice. Bob is the milk cow that keeps on giving and giving and giving. Ain't gonna be another. He's the end of the line.
The only things that have made any sense over the last 50 or 60 years has been the music and the artists who made it.
Mike Kassel wrote with a steady hand,
Through evictions and a rebel’s stand.
Thank you for sharing his work today,
A poet’s spirit finds its way.
Why is rhyming sooo much fun!
Right? Both to read and write!
Must be innate. Or perhaps it is fate. It is never too late… to rhyme.
“God’s immaculate brat.”
That is soooo great!
Thank you for this space.
That is a fun and much needed archetype.
The most wonderful line. To laugh at and to ponder.. 😉
Perfection
This reminds me of Salaì, who was Leonardo da Vinci's impetuous assistant who was nothing but trouble -- a lovable troublemaking brat who became his lifelong companion.
This poem has a tone that is also headstrong and full of language that is in your face. It is interesting to not shift the narrative to a young brat who learns his lesson and falls in line, but a true outsider who -- the opposite of Thich Nat Hun -- looks upon humanity with judgment and some godlike insolence.
Anyhow, I love Dylan for being nothing but Dylan and not joining any sort of groupthink. And this poem was a fun read. Going to play, Ballad of a Thin Man now...
God's immaculate brat is such a great line.
Every family has to have one and I guess God has Bob.
Babyface Dylan or PaPaDylan, he always questions authority. Cool to read a poem about him, who is always the one giving us words.
I can almost smell North Beach, SF. Very cool.
Nice. Not Dylan though is it! 😂
God's immaculate brat indeed.
A chip off the old block alright
But who's black and decker?
Robert Allen Zimmerman aka Bob Dylan is the wealthier in spirit.
Bob Dylan and his Band are on the endless tour.
A brat he was and is. He beat to the drum of the Beat poets, and he gathered his words from many sources along with his own rhyming thoughts. He, like Frank Sinatra sang, did it his way. It is a good way.
I’m feeling the irresistible urge to get the mug shot ordered to become my new favorite after this one. Perfect reminder that there’s still divine intervention alive and well on so many fronts. Cheers and happy Thanksgiving with all the trimmings.
Imagine a lifetime of playing Bob Dylan. A teenaged Bobbie Zimmerman did and then went out and did it! WOW. 😎