Bob Dylan’s Nobel Prize in Literature Banquet Speech

bobWhen the news came out in early October that Bob Dylan was getting the Nobel Prize in Literature, it seemed like everyone had an opinion on the decision, with the very notable exception of the songwriter himself.

Some writers like Gary Shteyngart and Jason Pinter felt the first American to win a Nobel since Toni Morrison in 1993 should have gone to someone else, while Stephen King, Jonathan Lethem and many others hailed it as a brilliant move. For weeks and weeks there was nothing but silence from the Dylan camp, and and Nobel Committee told the press nobody was returning their calls. “One can say that it is impolite and arrogant,” said Per Wastberg, a member of the Nobel Committee. “He is who he is.”

Dylan finally broke his silence on October 29th during an interview with the Telegraph about his upcoming art show. “It’s hard to believe,” he said. “Amazing, incredible. Who dreams about something like that.” Writer Edna Gundersen asked if he planned on attending the ceremony in Stockholm. “Absolutely,” he said. “If it’s at all possible.” With his tour ending weeks earlier, it seemed quite possible he’d be able to get out there, especially since nearly every able-bodied winner over the past few decades has found a way to make it.

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Patti Smith | A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall (ceremonia Nobel 2016)

Patti Smith cantou e emocionou-se. Na cerimónia de entrega dos prémios Nobel, na tarde deste sábado, em Estocolmo, a artista teve um momento de bloqueio, esqueceu-se da letra, interrompeu a actuação, pediu desculpa dizendo que estava muito nervosa, solicitou à orquestra para recomeçar e retomou a canção A hard rain’s a-gonna fall, de Bob Dylan

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son
And where have you been, my darling young one
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

 

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son
And what did you see, my darling young one
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

 

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

 

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

 

Compositores: Bob Dylan
Letras de A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall © Bob Dylan Music Co.

Poema | Blowin’ In The Wind | Bob Dylan

“Blowin’ In The Wind”

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take ’til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Bob Dylan | Just Like a Woman

Just Like a Woman
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev’rybody knows
That Baby’s got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl
Queen Mary
She’s my friend
Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can’t be blessed
Till she sees finally that she’s like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls
She takes just like a woman, yes
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what’s worse
Is this pain in here
I can’t stay in here
Ain’t it clear that
I just can’t fit
Yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit
But when we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don’t let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl
Compositores: Bob Dylan
Letras de Just Like a Woman © Bob Dylan Music Co.

Most of the Time | Bob Dylan

Most of the time
I’m clear focused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don’t even notice she’s gone
Most of the time.
Most of the time it’s well understood
Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could
I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don’t even think about her
Most of the time.
Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate
I don’t build up illusion ’til it makes me sick
I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time she ain’t even in my mind
I wouldn’t know her if I saw her
She’s that far behind
Most of the time I can even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was ever with her
Most of the time I’m halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it went
I don’t cheat on myself I don’t run and hide
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend
I don’t even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

O Nobel de Literatura e Bob Dylan | Fernando Tordo

tordo-paiAssim como se toda a gente lê-se à brava, e principalmente em Portugal, vai de acabar com o resto do Bob Dylan e alegar que parece mentira que continuem a embirrar com o Lobo Antunes. Ainda há apenas um dia, um político que num determinado momento se demitiu de primeiro-ministro – enxovalhado também por todos os famosos “matemáticos ” portugueses por não saber fazer contas – viu-se içado como bandeira da eficácia, do conhecimento, da bondade, da experiência, enfim, o homem certo no lugar certo. Ainda foi no meu tempo de vida que vi um cantautor ser laureado Prémio Nobel da Literatura. E depois? Qual é a tão extraordinária surpresa? O malandro do Saramago não escrevia tão mal que nem sequer sabia o que era pontuação? Francamente. Andam 3 milhões de portugueses a ler tudo de fio a pavio do Lobo Antunes e agora vêm com aquele gajo da gaita dizer que o tipo é bom a escrever? Cantigas? Mas o que é essa merda?

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Bob Dylan | Nobel Prize for Literature | by Joan Baez

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The Nobel Prize for Literature is yet another step towards immortality for Bob Dylan. The rebellious, reclusive, unpredictable artist/composer is exactly where the Nobel Prize for Literature needs to be.

His gift with words is unsurpassable. Out of my repertoire spanning 60 years, no songs have been more moving and worthy in their depth, darkness, fury, mystery, beauty, and humor than Bob’s. None has been more of a pleasure to sing. None will come again.

Joan Baez

(photo credit: Ken Regan)