Sir, - A few lines on the Dylan/Nobel/Pop/Poetry affair.
FOR WHOM THE NOBEL
TOLLS
I will arise and go now
And wander lonely as a cloud,
Where the answer's blowin' in the winds
Far from the madding crowd.
I'll take a walk on the wild side
With Dylan or Lou Reed.
`Cause I don't want these talking heads
To tell me what I need.
Maybe I'll sing a twelve bar
With spondees, trochees on it
Or let it all hang out
In a newly minted Sonnet.
Shakespeare's cool and so is Frost;
That's why I really dig `em.
William's got the blues
And Robert's got the rhythm.
So spare me these elitists
Who think they know what's best;
The only drum they're beating
Rings hollow from their breast.
`Tis they for whom Nobel shall toll,
But let's not be surprise,
If it blows up in their juices
And smoke gets in their eyes. - Yours, etc.,
Balkill Park, Howth,
Co Dublin.