APROPROS?

May 25, 2026–HAPPY 85TH, MR. DYLAN

1962 ? 2026 ?

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin’
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times, they are a-changin’

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You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

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Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore

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“…if God is on our side

He will stop the next war.”

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Quotes from Bob Dylan


War:
“If God is on our side, he’ll stop the next war.” (With God on our Side)
“And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.” (License to Kill)
“Alright – where do you want this killing done?” (Highway 61)
“Is your money that good? Will it buy forgiveness? Do you think that it could?” (Masters of War)
“Things are breaking up out there, High water everywhere!” (High Water)
“Let’s disconnect the cables, over turn the tables. The place just don’t make sense
to me nor more.” (Senor)
“And I’ll tell it, and think it, and speak it and breath it.” (Hard Rain)

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I’m trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others, But oh, mother, things ain’t going well

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May you have a strong foundation, When the winds of changes shift

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“Bury the rag deep in your face, for now is the time for your tears.” (Hattie Carol)

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Something is happening here, But you don’t know what it is, Do you Mister Jones.

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”Is your money that good? Will it buy forgiveness? Do you think that it could?

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Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.—

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“There’s a big gaping hole in my chest where my heart was,
and a hole in the sky where God used to be.
My American dream fell apart at the seams.
You tell me what it means. You tell me what it means.”
Bob Dylan and Willie Nelson

LUDDITE LITERATURE

LUDDITE LITERATURE

I resisted the email, technology world that cropped up at the end of my coaching, teaching career.

We moved to the beach just before winter.  I had never cut on my college issued computer.  High school typing class was in 1956.  Health issues, injuries, age, weather chipped away at my physicality. 

I began to “hobby write “.   Self-Publishing was possible and I waded in.  

Any old person will tell you of the “nightmare of the new age”.    Even now.

My seven “books” and 700 blog articles attest to one virtue–VOLUME.  And while the process has been a retirement hobby, I haven’t changed my name to Shakes Parham.

Vanity has caused  me to wonder “ is it any good ?”

In toto it is a jumbled mess.  At 85 years and “ circling the drain “, finding out its worth is beyond me.

Here is a thought.  With the galloping advances, will there be a way to edit out the good parts?

There are bigger questions:

Are there large numbers of people like me, who given self publishing, produced some unique period and worthwhile contributions?

  • Will an advanced editing tool be developed to glean items of value from this plethora of effort from us Luddites ?

RESEARCH

The phrase “he could piss off the Pope” is a common idiomatic expression used to describe someone who is exceptionally abrasive, arrogant, or difficult to deal with. It has been attributed to various individuals in different contexts rather than originating from a single famous source: 

OK–You are not Jesus, but you are Doctor Kildare !

Rule # 1: “First, do no harm.”

“Anyway you slice it, it’s still baloney.”

CHANGE THE PITCHER

WDBS (What did Bob say?)

Gentlemen, he said
I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes
I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards

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An’ here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice

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I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you

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Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore
That long black cloud is comin’ down
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door 

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But to live outside the law, you must be honest

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Lookout kid, they keep it all hid.

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Gates of Eden

Bob Dylan ‧ 1965


There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden