Bob Dylan and the Nobel Prize

Whatever happened with Bob Dylan and the Nobel Prize? I remember it vaguely, for I was sailing afar There was no response when the announcement was made Just silence, with the door left ajar Bob won the Prize in 2016 Or so they said up in Sweden But where was Bob when the announcement was read? Was he laying down on his big brass bed? Would he ever respond to that which was said? Or was he just blowin’ in the wind The time clicked on, for days and weeks, but still no answer came. How many days must a board wait long, before the prize be claimed? His clothes were dirty, his hands were clean He was the best thing we’d ever seen Perhaps he was down in New Orleans But hardly a word was framed He had to perform, or lecture it’s called To claim the booty that accompanied The prize itself, a $900K bounty Which required a song and his company Bob was the first songwriter it seems To receive the prestigious award But the ceremony took place in a private affair And they said that Bob appeared bored He finally replied in a letter And basically said there were better, than he He claims he shouldn’t have ever been one To stand with the literature giants who’d come Before him, like Hemingway, Kipling, and Shaw His songs weren’t the same, that’s just what he saw He thought he was more like Shakespeare who was often concerned with matters like craft, crowds, and crowns For he was a playwright and wanted to know If the people were there from all of the towns Not whether his words were of literary note But where would he find a skull he could tote For what is an artist, can it truly be known? Perhaps not in his time for the artist alone But the academy didn’t agree with his words In fact they felt like this was absurd, for they saw One who “created poetic expressions within the great American song tradition” And wanted to show that his compilation Of songs were important to all generations! And so, Bob Dylan won the prize And I for one am glad For his words are poetic and awesome in size Although often they happen to criticize The ones who are trying to politicize The people are crying and along with their cries “The times, they are a changin’” Yes, “the times, they are a changin’” --All my writings are at mraymus.medium.com