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Autor: | concertante [ 13 Oct 2016 16:13 ] |
Asunto: | Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
http://www.elmundo.es/cultura/2016/10/1 ... b4595.html La noticia es cierta y no se trata de la típica inocentada de un 28 de Diciembre. Escritores como Miguel Delibes o Gonzalo Torrente Ballester se fueron de este mundo sin conseguir este preciado y precioso premio. |
Autor: | Carl Tunner [ 13 Oct 2016 16:32 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Y Don Benito Pérez Galdós!!! |
Autor: | Tip [ 13 Oct 2016 16:43 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Jajajaja, genial, por fin han desvelado el nivel. También le dieron un Oscar a Jared Leto. Tampoco lo tuvo Rosa Chacel, por ejemplo. Propongo que den un Grammy a un escritor. |
Autor: | delaforce [ 13 Oct 2016 17:03 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
¡Qué gran sentido del humor tienen los suecos...!. Lástima que el país tenga un índice de criminalidad tan alto, si no se lo pasaría una bomba viviendo allí. |
Autor: | Alberich el Negro [ 13 Oct 2016 17:04 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Joder... |
Autor: | Kandaules [ 13 Oct 2016 17:11 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Me comenta un amigo Dylaniano que el tema no es nuevo. Ya fue candidato en los años 90 y cada 3 ó 4 volvía a correr el rumor. El humor corre ya por las redes. Me acaba de llegar uno que dice que dan el Nobel de Química a Keith Richards: "In a way, he is not being dead yet is more impressive than Dylan's catalog" |
Autor: | delaforce [ 13 Oct 2016 17:15 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Una muestra de la literatura creada por el nuevo premio Nobel: Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him why it had to be that way, “Well,” he answered, “just because” Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last They called Joe “Crazy,” the baby they called “Kid Blast” Some say they lived off gambling and runnin’ numbers too It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away? There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that No one ever knew for sure where they were really at When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin’ he was bulletproof The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs The hostages were tremblin’ when they heard a man exclaim “Let’s blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame” But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, “We’re not those kind of men It’s peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again” Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with “What time is it?” said the judge to Joey when they met “Five to ten,” said Joey. The judge says, “That’s exactly what you get” He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich They threw him in the hole one time for tryin’ to stop a strike His closest friends were black men ’cause they seemed to understand What it’s like to be in society with a shackle on your hand When they let him out in ’71 he’d lost a little weight But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind To the boss he said, “I have returned and now I want what’s mine” Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey Why did they have to come and blow you away? It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun “I’m around too many children,” he’d say, “they should never know of one” Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe Emptied out the register, said, “Tell ’em it was Crazy Joe” One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York He could see it comin’ through the door as he lifted up his fork He pushed the table over to protect his family Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep I heard his best friend Frankie say, “He ain’t dead, he’s just asleep” Then I saw the old man’s limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born And someday if God’s in heaven overlookin’ His preserve I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away? |
Autor: | Kandaules [ 13 Oct 2016 17:23 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Ya puestos, hubiera preferido a éstos: Hey ho, let's go! hey ho, let's go! Hey ho, let's go! hey ho, let's go! They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The blitzkrieg bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The blitzkrieg bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all revved up and ready to go They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The blitzkrieg bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The blitzkrieg bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all revved up and ready to go |
Autor: | Despinetta [ 13 Oct 2016 17:49 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Aún sigo noqueada. Estos suecos, en verdad, son de otro mundo. |
Autor: | concertante [ 13 Oct 2016 18:14 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Kandaules escribió: El humor corre ya por las redes. Me acaba de llegar uno que dice que dan el Nobel de Química a Keith Richards: "In a way, he is not being dead yet is more impressive than Dylan's catalog" Pocas personas en el mundo habrán experimentado tanto con la química.¡Qué bueno! |
Autor: | Carl Tunner [ 13 Oct 2016 19:02 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
El año que viene, Sabina y Valdano ex aequo |
Autor: | Despinetta [ 13 Oct 2016 20:29 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
concertante escribió: Kandaules escribió: El humor corre ya por las redes. Me acaba de llegar uno que dice que dan el Nobel de Química a Keith Richards: "In a way, he is not being dead yet is more impressive than Dylan's catalog" Pocas personas en el mundo habrán experimentado tanto con la química.¡Qué bueno! |
Autor: | Khayman [ 14 Oct 2016 7:26 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
O Miguel Mihura... No le den muy duro a Los Ramones que, pese a ser unos músicos malísimos, eran muy muy necesarios. El rock estaba lleno de divos con el ego como Júpiter haciendo verdadera basura. A ver, Dylan, al igual que Kiko Veneno, es muchas cosas. Un trovador, un artista, un genio y si me apuran muchísimo, venga va, un poeta. Lo que no es es un literato y el galardón está fuera de lugar. |
Autor: | don alfonso [ 14 Oct 2016 10:50 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Hay esperanza para David Civera. |
Autor: | Tann [ 14 Oct 2016 11:31 ] |
Asunto: | Re: Bob Dylan, Premio Nobel de Literatura |
Chanzas aparte a mi no me parece un premio descabellado. ¿escribir letras musicales no es acaso un ejercicio literario? ¿no es literatura un libreto de ópera? ¿sería injusto reconocer que hay arte literario de calidad en Piave, Da Ponte, Boito o el propio Wagner? Si un dramaturgo merece un premio nobel, ¿no lo merece por ejemplo un guionista de cine? ¿tampoco es literatura lo que creaba Rafael Azcona? Reconocer formas diferentes de expresión artística siempre será criticado, asumámoslo. Y aclaro que la música de Dylan me aburre soberanamente. |
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