I've seen it all boys, I've been all over. Been everywhere in the whole wide world. I rode the high line with Old Blind Darby. I danced real slow with Ida Jane
“Like a Rolling Stone” was released 61 years ago today.
Bob Dylan performed it live for the first time five days later at the Newport Folk Festival on July 25, 1965.
La secuencia en la cueva del Cíclope es muy buena hablando de cine, pero desperdiciada.
Porque las conversaciones entre Polifemo y Odiseo son de lo más interesante del libro. En la película no hablan.
Si Odiseo sobrevive a esa prueba es porque en todo momento le dice que su nombre es Nadie y de esa forma Polifemo no puede vencerlo, porque está despojado de toda identificación, vanidad, ego.
Es hasta que el héroe, ya libre, le revela su nombre, soy Odiseo, cuando comienza la verdadera maldición y castigo de Poseidón, porque ya puede ser identificado.
Odiseo cae en la vanidad, en búsqueda de gloria, en que se sepa quién venció al Cíclope cuando antes era Nadie.
Y para mí ese es la vuelta te tuerca de la Odisea. Y en la película, nada de esto, pero nada…
He was on the losing side of history. He knew it before he buckled on his armor.
His name was Hector, firstborn son of King Priam, commander of all the Trojan forces. The war had been grinding for nearly ten years by the time Homer's Iliad opens, with Greek ships still beached on the shore, the city walls still holding, and tens of thousands of men who had mostly forgotten why they came.
Hector remembered. It was his brother Paris who had started this, who had taken the Spartan queen and brought a war back with her. The weight of that mistake fell on Hector every day, in armor.
He is not an easy figure to mythologize. Homer gives him a wife, Andromache, who begs him to come inside the walls and stop fighting. A son, young Astyanax, so frightened by his father's crested battle helmet that Hector had to remove it just to hold him. That moment at the Scaean Gates is among the oldest family scenes in Western literature, and one of the most quietly devastating.
Then Achilles came back.
The death of his companion Patroclus had broken something in Achilles, and now he moved through the Trojan lines with a focused fury Troy could not answer. Hector's allies fell back. His men withdrew inside the walls. And Hector was left alone outside the gates.
Homer tells us he nearly ran. That as Achilles closed the distance, Hector's nerve gave way and he fled three full circuits around Troy's walls before stopping. Some ancient readers took this as weakness. It wasn't. It was a man catching up to a decision he had already made.
He turned. He fought. He lost.
Achilles killed him in single combat, then tied his body to a chariot and dragged it around the walls, in full view of the city, while his father Priam watched from the battlements.
But Homer does not end there with the winner. The Iliad closes on grief, on old King Priam crossing enemy lines in the dark to beg for his son's body, and on Achilles, moved by something he had not expected to feel, handing it back.
Three thousand years of readers have lived with that image.
The warrior who held the line knowing the war was already lost.
The father who took off his helmet so his son would not cry.
The commander who had every reason to retreat, and stayed.
That is not how Homer describes a villain. That is how Homer describes a man worth mourning.
In medieval Europe, Hector was ranked first among the Nine Worthies, the traditional roster of history's greatest warriors that also included King Arthur, Charlemagne, and Alexander the Great. The man who lost at Troy, placed above all of them.
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Bob Dylan World Cup: The Final
It's the big one. Two of Bob Dylan's most acclaimed albums go head-to-head for the top prize. Which one will prevail?
Click to pick your favourite.
The one with the most votes will be our champion.
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In the book, I cover the seminal Scottish influence in the early days of football in both 🏴 and 🇦🇷 but while Argentina proudly acknowledges a Scot as the father of Argentine football, England, as usual, is in total denial. Fitba can never come home to 🏴 as 🏴 is its true home.
@StanCollymore Stan you’re hurting because folk are giving it back about football. I and most other Scots have family that are English are you suggesting we hate them as well? The hatred and sweeping generalisations by you all because your team got beat and we’re giving back some banter.