Marty Stuart’s ‘Observations of a Crow’ & Bob Dylan’s Shroud for a Nightingale: Things Have Not Changed (Since 1983

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Stunning news. Yawn yawn. ‘Things Have Changed’ is one of Dylan’s most boring and lacklustre songs ever and the vocals are utterly feeble: ‘Dot-to-dot’ Dylan as a Dylan freak once described it to me. Now it turns out the tune and lyrics are not even original? Sound familiar? Random cut-and-paste Bob: Dylan the ‘genius’.
Sham Larkins, who’ll cloud a shallow stream, Or in a haystack hide a needle theme Till platitudes like propositions seem. But Bob will go stark: and let his meanings show Clear as a milk-white feather in a crow Or a black stallion on a field of snow.

‘Jokerman’ (from the 2001 album “Love And Theft”):
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed Michelangelo indeed could’ve carved out your features

Birds twitter – and tend to get a bird’s-eye view of things. Dylan Web mole SW at his Goon Talk blog on the ‘secrets of the breeze’:
There are a slew of other puzzles, games and cryptic messages that Dylan has built into his recent work. Thrill-seekers can find leading statements I've made regarding a few of them (without spilling all of the beans) on my Twitter account. As I became more familiar with Dylan's methods I started including in my own writing similar clues and cues that reference some of Dylan's still-hidden secrets, things that only Bob Dylan, or someone as intimately familiar with some of the hidden aspects of Dylan's recent work as I am, would recognize. Maybe I don't have the details right, but even on the first of April I wouldn't be fool enough to comment further on any perceived outcomes of that gambit, so I'll just keep standing here holding my poker face. Have a happy April Fool's Day.

It passed me by without my noticing. Can’t buy no thrill – unless it’s SW’s Bob Dylan in America and I’m not thrilled with this latest finding. Not as such.
Marx wrote, In the signs that bewilder the middle class, the aristocracy, aid the prophets of regression, we recognize our brave friend, Robin Goodfellow, the old mole that can work in the earth so fast--the revolution. Scholars who have read this apparently never looked into the identity of this Robin Goodfellow, Marx’s brave friend, the worker for revolution. The sixteenth-century evangelist William Tyndale used Robin Goodfellow as a name for the Devil. Shakespeare in his Midsummer Night’s Dream called him “the knavish spirit that misleads nightwanderers, laughing at their harm.”

The latest finding, or ‘finding’, is emblematic of a bird’s-eye view of Bob Dylan’s cut-and-paste methods on the ‘muddiest superhighway in the universe’. Sara Dylan lives by the sea and prays for each Jessica Lange the same as you or me. Paul Kirkman 2012

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