Shabtai Zisel ben Avraham

En chemin, il s'est aussi appelé Elston Gunnn, et Robert Allen Zimmerman, avant de s'en tenir à Bob Dylan (In a 2004 interview, Dylan explained: "You're born, you know, the wrong names, wrong parents. I mean, that happens. You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.").

À un ami cher et clandestin ce matin, qui me confiait savoir somme toute peu de chose sur Dylan, je disais: Alors faut prendre quelques minutes (2:39) pour écouter ça  en lisant les paroles . C'est d'une fraîcheur, d'une énergie, d'un post-modernisme! Ce petit juif de trois kilos qui en 1963 menace d'une voix nasillarde toute la génération qui le précède, l'establishment, les parents, l'armée, les politiques, les écrivains et les critiques, les enjoignant de se tasser avant qu'on ne les tasse, c'est prophétique et puissant!

J'entends quasiment les blogueurs s'adressant aux journalistes papier, héhé.

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather 'round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You'll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

Is worth savin'

Then you better start swimmin'

Or you'll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon

For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who

That it's namin'.

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'.

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

There's a battle outside

And it is ragin'.

It'll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin'.

Please get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin'.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'.

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