/lit/ - Literature

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Look, he may not have deserved it in the sense that he stands among literary giants, but think of how he is probably America’s preeminent POPULAR poet, and how he helped legitimize lyricism as a form of literature

I know he’s influenced by Rimbaud

“Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free”

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>Bob Dylan
He's such a bad fucking lyricist/poet. I'm replying with my first reaction to two songs of his I was recommended to show that he was "/lit/", or even a good musician.

>it's all over now, baby blue
Literally just a conglomeration of purple lines that only work with the simplistically "nice sounding" tone and pitch of the music: this all makes it exceedingly meaningless.

The lyrics are at heart no better than something a 14 year old writes while just trying to find something to rhyme the previous word with, and inevitably you find trinkets of word combinations that one should have known exist only to further stimulate the creative development of the individual who has just written it, but are in any other sense garbage, and rarely even do so much as to particularly effect the individual in that creative moment. And even then the majority of the song's lyrics don't even have lines on that basic level. It's why people like Joe Roegan like him. Opinion Discarded, Into The Trash It Goes.

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>>15774538
>>15775138
>Bob Dylan
I'm replying with my first reaction to two songs of his I was recommended to show that he was "/lit/", or even a good musician.

>it's all over now, baby blue
Literally just a conglomeration of purple lines that only work with the simplistically "nice sounding" tone and pitch of the music: this all makes it exceedingly meaningless.

The lyrics are at heart no better than something a 14 year old writes while just trying to find something to rhyme the previous word with, and inevitably you find trinkets of word combinations that one should have known exist only to further stimulate the creative development of the individual who has just written it, but are in any other sense garbage, and rarely even do so much as to particularly effect the individual in that creative moment. And even then the majority of the song's lyrics don't even have lines on that basic level. It's why people like Joe Roegan like him. Opinion Discarded, Into The Trash It Goes.

cont

This is an answer to a previous thread in which I was recommended two songs to prove he had any literary merit. Mods please no delete, I hope no more threads in the future will be made about modern songwriters.

>it's all over now, baby blue
Literally just a conglomeration of purple lines that only work with the simplistically "nice sounding" tone and pitch of the music: this all makes it exceedingly meaningless.

The lyrics are at heart no better than something a 14 year old writes while just trying to find something to rhyme the previous word with, and inevitably you find trinkets of word combinations that one should have known exist only to further stimulate the creative development of the individual who has just written it, but are in any other sense garbage, and rarely even do so much as to particularly effect the individual in that creative moment. And even then the majority of the song's lyrics don't even have lines on that basic level. It's why people like Joe Roegan like him. Opinion Discarded, Into The Trash It Goes.

Who is he referring to by 'they'?

What are some good fiction works that use Jesus Christ as a character? Not religious texts, such as the New Testament or the Quran or the Book of Mormon or the Urantia Book; but works that are unquestionably fiction like The Last Temptation of Christ or The Grand Inquisitor

Reminder that the Chronicles of Narnia and the Lord of the Rings are the best of modern fantasy works because they record actual events that truly occurred. As the respective authors, Lewis and Tolkien, thought they were being very inventive and creative, they were in fact channeling true events that would have been lost to history if not recorded. Narnia was a true parallel universe to ours that has now been destroyed as of 1949, and Middle-earth became Europe, the Shire became Great Britain and Ireland, and the One Ring was destroyed about 6,000 years ago. The old epics, such as those of Homer and Ovid, are also true history. Modern """fantasy""" works are just boring D&D campaigns based on the authors limited imagination

Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone
It's just escaping on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facing
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time
It's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind
It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you

Post /lit/ approved musicians

What does /lit/ think about Bob Dylan?