“Bob Dylan at Princeton, November 2000”
By: Paul Muldoon
We cluster at one end, one end of Dillon Gym.
“You know what, honey? We call that a homonym”
We cluster at one end, one end of Dillon Gym.
“If it’s fruit you’re after, you go out on a limb.”
The last time in Princeton, that ornery degree,
Those seventeen-year locusts hanging off the trees.
The last time in Princeton, that ornery degree,
His absolute refusal to bend the knee.
His last time in Princeton, he wouldn’t wear a hood.
Now he’s dressed up as some sort of cowboy dude.
That last time in Princeton, he wouldn’t wear a hood.
“You know what, honey? We call that disquietude.
It’s that self-same impulse that has him rearrange
both ‘The Times They Are A-Changin’’ and ‘Things Have Changed’
so that everything seems to fall within his range
as the locusts lock in on grain silo and grange.”
2 comments:
I was just speaking of the Locusts a couple of weeks ago. One of my great disappointments in life (though I do thoroughly enjoy drenching things in exaggeration) is not graduating in the year I should have, '04, when the locusts sang.
Interesting comparing "Times" and "Changed". They are eerily definitive of their chronology. "Times" being a current statement of happenings and "Changed" being a reflection (or deceit).
Not to rub it in, but I graduated in the summer of '04... and they were singing for me.
That summer, a couple of times, J would be driving Lucas and I someplace off 695 and one of those bugs would fly through the window as we would dodging traffic in a smokey SUV. We'd all start freaking out, kicking and screaming. It was insane how big and loud they were. I'd never seen so many bugs in my whole life.
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