I watched as a young Facebook friend decried the selection of Bob Dylan for the Nobel Award for literature. Seeing his objection, I am reminded of how quickly the generation and the insight shifts. Bob Who he is saying, while I remember Bob as the poet of my generation. The sweet angelic looking muse whose soft whine broke through the cacophony of social discourse/discord during my millennial years as i grew in Los Angeles.
Thank goodness the Nobel committee is the selector, reaching beyond the contemporary to the substance of truth spoken by this muse for over fifty years. Through his creativity he has expressed an inter sectional experience for poetry and song.
Acknowledging the value of Dylan’s contribution to defining the reality that we live is so important for providing the wind beneath the wings of our collective future selves.The more time changes, the more we know that we can..