HAWANSUYO

 Jans Magnussen comparte un texto de Lenox  Raphael cuando fueron a escuchar un concierto de Bob Dylan en Copenhagen Bob Dylan, villain of time against ghosts of the future. One more image, the fury dylanistic, and, rising from depths of staged soul, Dylan the God, Bob, our beloved troubadour Zimmerman, crest of waves, master magician “growing old decently”, according to Jens Magnussen, sound rising from a grave of memories beneath all canopies, a sound whose language is already beyond meaning, Bob Dylan listening to deafening applause, roaring applause (brusende bifald, in Danish), washing water, rushing applause, a music unheard, a voodoo techno whose steadfastness forever turning back on itself to reveal whole histories scrambled across fantasies of dreams & cultures. I think of 1966, at a distance, in Rabat, Morocco, and the French- speaking Moroccans disco-dancing to Blowing in the Wind, and, earlier, listening live to this Dylan in the Big Apple, a man, a guitar, a h...