Oooh, look at me, guys.
I'm a sexy witch, and I
Can make you love me!
Every song Bob Dylan wrote or performed can be distilled in a haiku. NOTE FOR READERS: All posts from 2010 to 2014 should be considered out of date. Please disregard them. There are, or will be, new versions of each haiku.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Maxwell's Silver Hammer
Serial killers
Are more fun than you might think.
Some chicks dig them too.
Are more fun than you might think.
Some chicks dig them too.
Labels:
1969,
Abbey Road,
Maxwell's Silver Hammer,
The Beatles
Friday, June 11, 2010
I feel a change comin' on
I've posted quite a number of Bob Dylan haikus here, probably more than 10 percent of the ones that I've written. I'm going to try some haikus by different groups. Your suggestions and submissions are welcome!
The rest I will save for what I hope is something that I can turn into a viable work of art.
I'm still thinking about whether to include other writing on this blog. I might just start a new one and leave this for haiku.
The rest I will save for what I hope is something that I can turn into a viable work of art.
I'm still thinking about whether to include other writing on this blog. I might just start a new one and leave this for haiku.
Labels:
Bob Dylan,
haiku,
other projects,
Robert MacMillan
Restless Farewell
Nothing is my fault.
Shallow folks made their own beds
Before I showed up.
Shallow folks made their own beds
Before I showed up.
Labels:
1963,
Bob Dylan,
haiku,
Restless Farewell,
The Times They Are a-Changin'
I Still Miss Someone
He still misses you,
But he's not sure you're sorry
For tossing him out.
But he's not sure you're sorry
For tossing him out.
Labels:
Bob Dylan,
haiku,
I Still Miss Someone,
Johnny Cash
I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
Augustine frees souls,
But people don't like that, so,
Of course, they kill him.
But people don't like that, so,
Of course, they kill him.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I'll Remember You
Jesus or dark horse?
Bob might be struggling over it.
Jesus saves? Or punts?
Bob might be struggling over it.
Jesus saves? Or punts?
Labels:
1985,
Bob Dylan,
Empire Burlesque,
haiku,
I'll Remember You
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue (Edited, version 2)
Bob leaves a lover
Who can't face reality.
He takes his carpet.
Who can't face reality.
He takes his carpet.
I'm Not Supposed to Care
Gordon Lightfoot and
Bob will look after you, but
They're not supposed to.
Bob will look after you, but
They're not supposed to.
Labels:
Bob Dylan,
Gordon Lightfoot,
haiku,
I'm Not Supposed to Care
The Ballad of Ira Hayes
Pima Indian
Raises Iwo Jima flag,
Goes home, drinks and dies.
Raises Iwo Jima flag,
Goes home, drinks and dies.
Labels:
"Dylan",
1973,
Bob Dylan,
haiku,
Johnny Cash,
Peter LaFarge,
The Ballad of Ira Hayes
Monday, June 7, 2010
Father of Night
If you pray to God
For good, then accept the bad.
You must pay to pray.
For good, then accept the bad.
You must pay to pray.
Labels:
1970,
Bob Dylan,
Father of Night,
haiku,
New Morning
Do Right Unto Me, Baby (Do Unto Others)
The golden rule, babe:
Bob says, use it don't lose it.
Don't touch him, either.
Bob says, use it don't lose it.
Don't touch him, either.
Labels:
1979,
Bob Dylan,
Do Right Unto Me Baby,
haiku,
Slow Train Coming
Sunday, June 6, 2010
From a Buick 6
Bob's chick is tough.
She'll fuck up lesser homies,
But she protects Bob.
She'll fuck up lesser homies,
But she protects Bob.
Labels:
1965,
Bob Dylan,
From a Buick 6,
haiku,
Highway 61 Revisited
Mozambique
Mozambique sounds nice.
Beaches and fun. Que lindo!
Alas, not quite true.
Beaches and fun. Que lindo!
Alas, not quite true.
Labels:
1976,
Bob Dylan,
Desire,
haiku,
Jacques Levy,
Mozambique
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Blind Willie McTell
Deep south, magnolias,
Slaves, plantations, blues singers...
Chicken-fried music.
Slaves, plantations, blues singers...
Chicken-fried music.
The Boxer
Bob sings a big hit.
Bridge over troubled vocals.
You won't like his take.
Bridge over troubled vocals.
You won't like his take.
Dancing in the Dark
I sit and mope some.
I could write a book, or we
Could get it on, too.
I could write a book, or we
Could get it on, too.
Labels:
Bob Dylan,
Bruce Springsteen,
Dancing in the Dark,
haiku
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