POR: ROBERT A. GOODRICH V.*
Voy a ser lo más breve posible sobre este tema. Dicen que la música es poesía en movimiento y que todo escrito necesita escuchar música para escribir.
Bob Dylan cuyo nombre es Robert Allen Zimmerman es un excelente cantante, poeta y músico estadounidense se dice que su música es poesía aunque también tiene varios libros publicados es más conocido por su música a nivel mundial.
Bob Dylan ha ganado de todo a lo largo de su carrera premios como:
-Grammy
-Rock and Rock Hall of Fame
-Óscar
-Premio Príncipe de Asturias de las Artes
-Pulitzer (Citación Especial)
-National Medal of Arts
-Medalla Presidencial de la Libertad
-Premio Nobel de Literatura.
Por mencionar solo algunos. Es considerado uno de los más grandes exponentes de la música a nivel mundial sin embargo considero que aunque tiene todos los méritos el Premio Nobel de Literatura debería o debió ser ganado o entregado a un escritor propiamente hablando en el mundo hay varios excelentes escritores que llenan los requisitos y gozán del mérito suficiente para recibir dicho premio uno de los más importantes del mundo. La Academia Sueca el año pasado dio la sorpresa cuando el premio le fue entregado a una periodista este año vuelve a dar la sopresa a otorgarselo a un músico porqué aunque Dylan tiene libros publicados y sea considerado poeta es un músico, es un cantautor.
Si la Academia va a empezar a tener tantas libertades para escoger bueno sería bueno tomar en cuenta a compositores, cantantes y artistas como: Rubén Blades considerado el Poeta de la Salsa, Omar Alfanno uno de los más grandes compositores (esto refiéndome claro esta a mi país Panamá) porqué en el mundo hay excelentes artistas, escritores, poetas, músicos y demás entoncés se tendrá que crear un nuevo premio que abarque más allá porqué este reconocimiento a Bob Dylan tocayo de los nombres míos Robert Allen ha traído fuertes críticas, polémica y controversia imnecesaria que nos invita a pensar y reflexionar sobre los Premios Nobel´s.
En mi opinión como ya dije tiene méritos pero para el Nobel de Literatura????? Dejo un signo de interrogación.
Ahora dejo algo de las letras de Dylan:
Blowin' in the Wind
Bob Dylan, 1962
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, 'n' how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, 'n' how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' 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, 'n' how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Copyright © 1962; renewed 1990 Special Rider Music
Tomorrow is a Long Time
Bob Dylan, 1963
If today was not a crooked highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to ye at all.
Yes, 'n' only if my own true love was waitin',
'N' if I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Yes, 'n' only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
I can't see my reflection in the water,
I can't speak the sounds to show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or remember the sounds of my own name.
Yes, 'n' only if my own true love was waitin',
'N' if I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Yes, 'n' only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
There's beauty in that silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in that rainbow in the sky,
But none of these and nothin' else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, 'n' only if my own true love was waitin',
If I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Yes, 'n' only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
Copyright ©
Masters of War
Bob Dylan, 1963
Come, you masters of war -
You that build the big guns,
You that build the death planes,
You that build all the bombs,
You that hide behind walls,
You that hide behind desks -
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks -
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy,
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy -
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes,
Then you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.
Like a-Judas of old
You lie and deceive -
A world war can be won
You want me to believe -
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire -
Then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher -
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled -
Fear to bring children
Into the world -
For threatening my baby,
Unborn and unnamed,
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.
How much do I know
To talk out of turn?
You must say that I'm young,
You might say I'm unlearned,
But there's a-one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you -
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question:
Is your money that good?
A-will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find,
When your death takes its toll,
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon -
I'll follow your casket
On the pale afternoon,
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed,
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
Dejemos la Pregunta en el aire ¿Merecía Bob Dylan el Premio Nobel de Literatura?
Fuente: http://www.seewhatisthere.com/poetry-dylan.html
Wikipedia.
Autor: Robert Allen Goodrich Valderrama
Panamá
Poeta y Escritor www.robert-mimundo.blogspot.com
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2016.
