Weird monkey

Get the time travel machine ready. I’ve just heard that Bob Dylan has won the Nobel Prize in Literature for ‘having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition’. Am impressed.

debsI was first introduced to Bob Dylan back in 1982 – the year of my debs (prom). I remember my date being less than impressed that I hadn’t a clue who Dylan was. Back then, my level of musical illiteracy had yet to be defined. As we drove to the dance (he’d borrowed his dad’s car and it had a tape deck) he introduced me to the man and during the evening, instead of whispering sweet nothings in my ear, he whispered Dylan lyrics.

And many lifetimes later, I still remember:

Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He’s a weird monkey….
Lay, Lady, Lay still ranks up there as one of my all time favourite songs. Every time I hear it, the clock goes back to 1982 and I wonder…
But back to Dylan and his prize. I hadn’t realised that each award came with a justification of sorts.
In 2011, it went to the late Tomas Gösta Tranströmer because ‘through his condensed, translucent images, he [gave] us fresh access to reality’. In 2007, Doris Lessing, ‘that epicist of the female experience’ won for how ‘with scepticism, fire and visionary power [she] subjected a divided civilisation to scrutiny.’ In 2003, it went to John M. Coetzee, ‘who in innumerable guises portrays the surprising involvement of the outsider.’
In 1995, Irishman Seamus Heaney won ‘for works of lyrical beauty and ethical depth, which exalt everyday miracles and the living past’.
In 1969, it went to Samuel Beckett ‘for his writing, which – in new forms for the novel and drama – in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation.’  WB Yeats won it in 1923 ‘for his always inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation’. And two years later, it came back to Ireland, to George Bernard Shaw ‘for his work which is marked by both idealism and humanity, its stimulating satire often being infused with a singular poetic beauty’.
Imre Kertész was the first Hungarian to take it home, in 2002, ‘for writing that upholds the fragile experience of the individual against the barbaric arbitrariness of history.’The list is long and it makes for fascinating reading.
Back in 1901, French poet Sully Prudhomme won the first prize ‘in special recognition of his poetic composition, which gives evidence of lofty idealism, artistic perfection and a rare combination of the qualities of both heart and intellect’. And 116 years later, in 2016, it goes to Bob Dylan.
That’s a party I’d like to be at 🙂 But in the absence of an invitation, I think I’ll simply take myself back to 1982 and spend the day there.
5 replies
  1. gingerpaque
    gingerpaque says:

    Thanks, Mary,I’m celebrating with you. There’s hope for a world where Bob Dylan gets the Nobel prize for literature. I’m looking for a radio station that’s doing a Dylan marathon, because I’m up for it. Champagne and chocolate for everyone!

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  2. Martin
    Martin says:

    ” No reason to get excited, the thief, he kindly spoke, there are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.” Should have happened a long time ago Mary 🙂

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    • John Crofton
      John Crofton says:

      Enjoyed the read Mary. Dylan was not on my radar in 1982. It was more likely ABC and the Human League. Got to appreciate him later. Paulheneghan. Don’t forget Oscar Wilde. ?

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