Bob

Today is the birthday of Bob Dylan. In high school I owned one 45 of Bob; it had “Like a Rolling Stone” on one side and “Gates of Eden” on the other, and I listened to it quite a bit.

Far away from me, but still in California, my husband-to-be was an ardent Bob Dylan fan, so after we married I became the co-owner of a good collection of his music that we continued to acquire. It’s hard not to develop a fondness for songs that you hear again and again over the years, so I did come to appreciate “Bob,” as he was known around here.

My favorite of his songs was always “Everything is Broken,” because it’s such a simple expression of the reality of humankind fallen and needy, and all creation groaning. We are often dismayed about our material possessions wearing out or being destroyed, but they are insignificant when laid beside the hearts and lives that are daily shattered and traumatized. The lyrics of the song seem a little flat to me without the music, and Bob’s burnt-out voice conveying an appropriate tone to the words.

I also have watched several times on YouTube Bob singing with Johnny Cash “A Girl of the North Country” on Cash’s show. It’s sweet! (But I’m afraid it may have been taken down.)

I didn’t hear about this birthday until I read The Writer’s Almanac for the day, and it’s interesting that the poem Garrison Keillor posts for the day is by Billy Collins, titled “Despair” and lamenting that there is “So much gloom and doubt in our poetry—”

Keillor tells us that today is also the birthday of the Russian poet Joseph Brodsky who was born just a year before Dylan. He suffered a lot for his poetry under the Soviets and would have had good reason to write gloomy material. I haven’t read many of his poems other than those in the book Mr. Glad gave me, his Nativity Poems, from which I posted one here at Christmastime once, and it was filled with hope.

Here is the Dylan poetry. Happy Birthday, Bob!

EVERYTHING IS BROKEN

Broken lines broken strings
Broken threads broken springs
Broken idols broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain’t no use jiving
Ain’t no use joking
Everything is broken.

Broken bottles broken plates
Broken switches broken gates
Broken dishes broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken.

Seems like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters broken saws
Broken buckles broken laws
Broken bodies broken bones
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath feel like you’re chokin’
Everything is broken.

Every time you leave and go off some place
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs
Broken treaties broken vows
Broken pipes broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling bullfrog croaking
Everything is broken.

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10 thoughts on “Bob

  1. I was listening to NPR today, too, and when I heard that it’s “Bob’s” 75th birthday, a deep, bittersweet emotion came upon me, as I immediately thought of Mr. Glad, and the fact that he is not here to celebrate. Then I heard about Brodsky’s day, too, and loved the quote, “There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.” I think Dylan probably would agree with that sentiment.

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  2. This tickled me. I am so happy you remembered “Bob’s” birthday. I never was a fan, I am sorry to say, I was more of a Bread fan. I do know the music though. I never can figure that out either, play me any song from that era and it’s there in my mind. All of the lyrics. I wish I knew Bible verses that well. Play me a song and I can tell you where I was, and what I was doing and who with. Sad isn’t it?

    Ron went to Santa Barbara and played his guitar in a coffee house during his time in college there. So he knew lots of songs from “Bob” too. It was a fun time don’t you think?

    Have a great day my friend. Did you plant any seeds today? 🙂

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    1. I don’t think the remembering itself is sad, Kim. It’s a great gift that we have these links in our mind via music to our past and rich memories. If the memories themselves are painful, it’s hard to be reminded every time you hear a song, but it’s a chance to pray that they be somehow transformed by the grace of God.

      If we had been playing scripture songs in the background of our every day maybe we would remember some of those “lyrics” the same way. I guess it’s not too late to start 🙂

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  3. Thank you for this! I’m used to thinking of him by both his names. Never referred to him as “Bob.” But not long ago I read about how family oriented he is, and protective of his ordinary life. We need more like him. Not rock stars, but poets who never stop growing. Happy birthday, Bob!

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