On this day of the announcement of Bob Dylan winning the Nobel Prize for Literature, I reblog this posting from May 24, 2011. Check out this site for more on Dylan. http://expectingrain.com
I am a child of the forties, a rebel of the fifties,
becoming a native of the sixties.
Each decade saw the influence of art;
not as the creator, but in me,
the person listening and seeing what the creator sent along.
Together we have traveled as companions,
moving along and being moved.
Now, in my driftwood seventieth wind-turned age,*
“I am of the old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise.”**
An age whose troubadour companions have included:
Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Paul Simon, George Clinton, Paul McCartney,
Aretha Franklin, Carole King, Brian Wilson, Lou Reed, Jimi Hendrix and Jerry Garcia.
Whether a mere coincidence with others, I am ever grateful —
each having moved me to thought in the course of my daily life.
Often alone with my thoughts, each shaped by others in a sea of music,
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