Dylan of the Week, Mk. 11

“When the Deal Goes Down”
Bob Dylan
Modern Times – 2006

Commitment. Not to a person, but to an ideal. An ideal that isn't permanent. “We all wear the same thorny crown”. Would that it were that ideals were permanent for some - “...permanency, everlastingness, is, in my opinion, the root of evil”. The things that keep us bound are “more frailer than flowers”, the things that die quickly. Rings, Earthly Domains, Broomsticks, Altars – these things fade to dust (from whence they came). What replaces them is new, things that were born “in the world's ancient light”. Reconstruction of Ideology. “Whereof we know not, thereof we shall not speak”. Is that misquoted?

What really matters is what we're talking about. Nothing, or at least something like it, is without value. Except certain things, like utterances. Those people, the people that have arrived somewhere, should be silenced. You crawl, you never get up. Who told you you could?

“Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing” (Shakespeare)