Dylan and Dogs Of War
How many times must the cannon balls fly?
The coup de gras:
'Throughout his life, Nobel didn't see his work with explosives as something he had to atone for... Of course there were military applications for all his explosives, but Nobel felt that "there is nothing in our world that cannot be misused."' (same source as initially linked)
So, then, let us issue a challenge of sorts--a call, if you will, into that same 'blowin wind' of the worldwide web: Raise your hand if you agree that one Robert Zimmerman, a.k.a. Bob Dylan's 'commitments' to the same peace that Nobel nobly hoped for--and Dylan sung for with majestic poetic power--now, as then, prevent him from physically attending the ceremony, preferring, as ever, to use language in its stead, thereby honoring via apparent dishonor their shared misanthropy?
And while those answers are blowing in said wind, permit but one further observation on this whole (hole?) matter of cannon balls and their explosive impetus, complement, sans compliment, to destruction and the allegedly destructive (in)action of Mr. Dylan.
In a 'Playboy' interview in 1978 this unfolded from that to-be poetic mouth:
“He was a great fan of Matt Dillon, the sheriff of the television series Gunsmoke. In 1958, he confided to his high school sweetheart [Echo Helstrom] that he planned to devote his life to music, adding that 'I know what I'm going to call myself. I've got this great name—Bob Dillon.' That was how he told new friends to spell his (assumed) last name. He also told them that Dillon was his mother's maiden name (it wasn't), and that Dillon was a town in Oklahoma (it isn't).”
And, ahem, what did ole Sheriff Dillon do, and with what? It is offered that Dr. Freud may have seen Zimmerman's angst at both bad guys and the means of subduing them--old Mr. Nobel's seemingly igNoble chemistry.
But, then again, old Dr. Freud did observe that 'sometimes a cigar is just a cigar'. Hmm, 'GunSmoke'.