Originally Posted by grindy

Now I imagine you googling Putnam expecting a legitimate author.

Originally Posted by Lisnaholic

I respect the Nobel Prizes for science, because that's where they started out, didn't they?

Originally Posted by Chula Vista

Pretty damn good stuff I'd say. Dylan certainly fits the definition of literature.
Written works, especially those considered of superior or lasting artistic merit.

'Twas in another lifetime one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue, the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us something there's been lost
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker he blows a futile horn
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailing like a mourning dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence, I got repaid with scorn
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Originally Posted by OccultHawk

That's a word that most fans will agree does NOT apply.

Wiggle wiggle.

I do agree that despite the absolute garbage he mixes in with his genius he had to be given this prize. If not, decades after his death it would become more and more apparent that they ignored the man whose words were the most deeply woven into the fabric of the language of his time. What they need to do is to stop giving the peace prize to war criminals.

Originally Posted by grindy

Blowing In The Wind is such a ****ing terrible song that even if I loved his other stuff (I don't), I'd be 100% against him getting the prize.

Originally Posted by Lilja

There was always awards for the five categories (peace, physics, literature, medicine, and chemistry...later a related one in Economics). Alfred Nobel started it since when his brother died, his obituary was accidentaly printed and he was essentially known as the "Merchant of Death" (being the inventor of dynamite and all). So he wanted to improve his legacy..hence the awards he created.

Originally Posted by Lonesome Hobo

Well deserved award. There's more to Bob Dylan than 'Blowin' in the Wind' and 'The Times They Are A Changin''. Pains me when he's mentioned on the news and radio, and these seem to be the only tunes they mention.
They should sit down with a copy of Oh Mercy, Blood On The Tracks, John Wesley Harding. He's consistently released albums for over 50 years, with lyrics that very few can even come close to.

Originally Posted by OccultHawk

I think it's an incredible song. Astonishing that it even has an author as it feels like it evolved from the earth as a part of nature.