To Bob Dylan,
You must be the hardest person to speak to; you -the visionary for a lost and troubled nation. Your life has been documented by an untrustworthy media, projecting you to be a leader, ahead of your time, mysterious, over-confident, prophetic and misunderstood. You have experienced everything imaginable, have considered and tried what we all have gone through and more. Your life stretched from the beginning of everything in the village, through the folk scene, radical sixties, the peace movement, rock and roll, self-searching seventies, your own personal problems and struggles, the apathetic eighties, Christianity, Judaism and self-trust and confidence -the burden of the list goes on and on.
You have said the most outrageous and provocative things of our generation. You have shook us all with your insight into dealing with truth, knowledge, error, love, guilt, human vulnerability, suspicion, redemption, direction and the search for peace. It is obvious you see how things were, how they are, and how they should be. You know the problems and often allude to the answers. But the answers have never been clear. The search continues, you leading some, we the hunters - but where is the catch?
A long, long time ago you said .. :
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin', Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blalin', Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' ,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
To us it spoke of revolution. We sensed it was time but it never really happened . But still we didn't let the hope die, the hope of a world where tyranny is dealt with forever.