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Dylan Thomas, T.S. Eliot, and more

My father e-mailed me this with Subject line: "There's even a Smith reference." My first thought upon opening the page was: "Christopher Ricks gave one of the guest lectures at Oxford last summer. The one on Robert Frost and Edward Thomas." Actually reading the article of course i thought of various of my fellow English majors at this fine institution :)

June 9, 2004
Dylan, Master Poet? Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

Christopher Ricks, the newly elected professor of poetry at Oxford, is also the Warren Professor of Humanities at Boston University, where he has a large and elegantly furnished office overlooking Storrow Drive, and he bikes to it every day from his house in Cambridge. The bookshelves contain a complete vellum-bound set of Johnson's "Lives of the Poets" and copies of the many books Mr. Ricks has himself written or edited — books about Keats, Milton, Beckett and T. S. Eliot; editions of Tennyson, Housman and Eliot's early poems; anthologies of Victorian verse and of English poetry from the anonymous author of "Sumer is icumen in" to Seamus Heaney. In a corner by the desk there is also a boom box. Mr. Ricks brings this to lectures when he wants to talk about another of his favorite poets: Bob Dylan.

Mr. Ricks, who is 70 and was born in Britain and educated at Oxford, is a professor's professor, a don's don. He is courtly, charming and fond of wicked anecdotes about academic backbiting. He is also immensely learned. It's a tossup whether he or Harold Bloom knows more English verse by heart, but Mr. Ricks surely knows more Led Zeppelin lyrics than Mr. Bloom does, and can recite them on request. His love of Mr. Dylan's work is not an affectation, though — the pathetic impersonation of an old prof trying to prove how cool he is — but a genuine passion. He has just added to the not inconsiderable body of Dylan scholarship with a book of his own, his longest to date, "Dylan's Visions of Sin" (Ecco Press), which devotes some 500 pages to a close analysis, line by line sometimes, of the master's greatest hits.

The book begins with an address to the reader that is a little riff on one of Mr. Dylan's best-known early songs: "All I really want to do is — what, exactly? Be friends with you? Assuredly, I don't want to do you in, or select you or dissect you or inspect you or reject you." And it continues in much the same vein. Mr. Ricks's writing style is not unlike his conversational style: witty, allusive, punning (in the book, for example, he talks about a "crèche course" and "bed-rheumy eyes"), digressive and free-ranging, darting off to make connections that are sometimes baffling but more often surprising and provocative. At various points he compares Mr. Dylan to Marvell, Marlowe, Keats, Tennyson, Hardy, Yeats and Marlon Brando, to cite just a few of his references.

One of Mr. Ricks's critics, the Oxford don John Carey, has complained that there is something slightly "trainspotter-ish" — or obsessively detailed — about "Dylan's Visions of Sin," and he points out that Mr. Ricks is so ingenious he "could prove the telephone book was beautifully intricate if he tried." The book pays no attention at all to Mr. Dylan's life — no mention here of his famous shift from acoustic to electric guitar, of his conversions from Judaism to Christianity and back again, or of his recent appearance in a Victoria's Secret commercial — and is more interested in the form of the songs than their content.

Certain passages of "Dylan's Visions of Sin" may strike some readers as over the top, as when Mr. Ricks devotes four pages (and four footnotes) to the lyrics of "All the Tired Horses," a song that is only two lines long — or maybe three, if you count the long "Hmmmm" at the end.

Other chapters, though, draw insightful and persuasive parallels between, say, "Lay Lady Lay" and John Donne's poem "To His Mistress Going to Bed," between "Not Dark Yet" and Keats's "Ode to a Nightingale," and between "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" and the Scottish ballad "Lord Randal." And throughout the book Mr. Ricks is particularly perceptive about the way Mr. Dylan, whom he calls "one of the great rhymesters of all time," punctuates his songs with brilliant and surprising line endings. (Mr. Ricks's favorite is the rhyme in "Sign on the Window" that pairs the line "Build me a cabin in Utah" with "Have a bunch of kids who call me `Pa.' ")

"A day doesn't go by when I don't listen to Dylan or at least think about him and his art," Mr. Ricks said in a recent interview — on the afternoon, as it happened, of Mr. Dylan's 63rd birthday. "I just think we're terrifically lucky to be alive at a time when he is."

Mr. Ricks first became aware of Mr. Dylan's music while he was teaching at the University of California, Berkeley, in 1965, but in those days he was only "hearing" the songs, he said, not "listening" to them. "For some reason," he added, "I was proud or indifferent." He began listening one evening at Smith College in 1968 when after dinner his host turned out the lights and put on "Desolation Row"— a song bound to catch an English teacher's attention since it has the lines (or used to, until Mr. Dylan stopped including them) about "Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot/Fighting in the captain's tower/While calypso singers laugh at them." "Well, the depth of that," Mr. Ricks said. "I thought those were wonderful. I thought those were great lines."

Around the same time Mr. Ricks also began listening to Mr. Dylan's love songs. "You love a song at first by applying a person you knew to that song," he said. "And then it very beautifully turns into the other, complimentary thing, which is that you understand the person better by virtue of the song, and it's a lovely sort of virtuous circle that this is. The extraordinary applicability of the songs does seem to me to be part of their greatness. I do in the book somehow say, `How did Dylan know this about me?' "

Mr. Ricks said he actually signed a contract to write a book about Mr. Dylan 20 years ago, but only recently got around to writing it — in part, he said, because it was some of Mr. Dylan's later Christian songs that suggested the shape of the book, which uses the seven deadly sins, the virtues and the heavenly graces as a loose organizing principle or, as Mr. Ricks puts it, "the right handle to take hold of the bundle." After finishing the book, he said, he was "quite looking forward to resting on my laurels," but the Oxford poetry post obliges him to give two lectures a year there, and he had already begun to consider some possible subjects. "I do think I should bring Dylan in," he said. "It would be false not to."

Not everyone of his acquaintance shares Mr. Ricks's Dylan enthusiasm. "My eldest child is 45," he said, "and I think he faintly pities me about this." An expedition with some of his younger children to see the Dylan movie "Masked and Anonymous" was, he admits, "not successful." John Silber, the former chancellor of Boston University and a friend of Mr. Ricks, used to pretend that the Dylan who so captivated Mr. Ricks, was Dylan Thomas, not the former Bob Zimmerman. And even Mr. Ricks's wife, the photographer Judith Aronson, didn't go to all three concerts when Mr. Dylan was performing in the Boston area recently. But it never occurred to Mr. Ricks to skip one. Dylan concerts have a particular beauty and also a certain sadness, he explained, because Mr. Dylan himself is the one person who has to be at a Dylan concert and also the one person who can't go to a Dylan concert. "It's sad," he said, "the way it's sad that Jane Austen couldn't read a Jane Austen novel."

When he was asked if he had ever met Mr. Dylan in person, Mr. Ricks smiled and made a zipper-closing gesture across his mouth. His fondness and protectiveness, it turns out, extend even to the singer's appearance. After the release of "Time Out of Mind" in 1997, Mr. Ricks was upset by the thin little mustache that Mr. Dylan had begun sporting." "I just don't think it looks good," he said. "Do you?" He added that he thought about getting up a petition reading: "Mr. Dylan, please remove the stipple from your upper lip." "I didn't send it," he said, "because my students said that it might hurt Dylan's feelings. But `lip' and `stipple' — I quite liked that."

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