by Larry Fyffe
Much like the writings of the GrecoRoman mythologists, and of the Abrahamics, Zoroastra says the Almighty is a good force that some individuals choose to ignore. Mani instead says black and dark forces struggle for dominance over individuals. Swedenborg says the white forces have won, but most individuals on earth haven’t received the news yet. In his poetry, William Blake says at this particular time the black forces of society dominate most individual’s earthly existence. In his, Percy Shelley says it’s time that individuals side with the good forces. In his poems, John Keats says all of this makes him a sad individual. In his, Robert Frost says, as an individualist, he’s rather hesitant as to which path to take.
Into the song pot below, Bob Dylan throws pieces of the aforementioned writers to see what comes out after it’s all boiled up.
From the Holy Bible, Bob tosses in a balance-carrier who rides the back of a black horse:
And when he had opened the third seal .... And I beheld, and lo a black horse And he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand (Revelations 7:5)
Black forces, at least for the time being, carry more weight:
Black Rider, black rider, you've been living too hard Been up all night, have to be on your guard (Bob Dylan: Black Rider)
Doth taste a lot like Blake:
And priests in black gowns, were making their rounds And binding with briars, my joys and desires (William Blake: The Garden Of Love)
The cook puts a bit more Bible into the broth:
Because strait is the gate And narrow is the way Which leadeth unto life And few there be that find it (St. Matthew 7:14)
Seasons the soup:
The path that you're taking, too narrow to walk Every step of the way, another stumbling block (Bob Dylan: Black Rider)
Dylan drops in a cube of poetry to cool things down:
The road that you're on, same road that you know Just not the same as it was a minute ago (Bob Dylan: Black Rider)
Plops in Frost:
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence Two roads diverged in the woods, and I I took the one less travelled by And that has made all the difference (Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken)
Adds in Priapus who’s pinched from a bag of black-humoured Greco-Roman mythology.
Aphrodite’s son Priapus is cursed by Hera, the wife of Zeus, to bear a big permanent erection except when needed; like the time that he loses hardness because of the braying of a donkey. Hera is angry at the foamy sex goddess because Paris judged her more beautiful than she:
The size of your cock will get you know where I'll suffer in silence, hold it right there
At such times, it’s convenient to claim that one’s high moral principles be the cause of the deflation:
Maybe I'll take the high moral ground Some enchanted evening, I'll sing you a song Black Rider, black rider, you've been on the job too long (Bob Dylan: Black Rider)
Like this song for instance:
Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing You may here her laughing across a crowded room And night after night, as strange as it seems The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams (Frank Sinatra: Some Enchanted Evening ~ Rogers/Hammerstein)
In the Bible, Alohlah and Aholibah are depicted as whores who ‘sleep’ with Assyrians and Babylonians – or at least the guys there who have penises as large as those on donkeys:
For she doted upon their paramours whose flesh is the flesh of asses... (Ezekiel 23: 20)
So it is said of Sinatra’s appendage. Likewise, Christian lore has it that Satan (who charms Eve) has a large snake-like phallus.
‘Black Rider, Black Rider’ is a real boner.