Russian Formalists consider that literature takes its form from the writings of Karl Marx; Northrop Frye, on the other hand, considers that western literature takes its form form the Holy Bible. Literary content reflects the material struggle of economic classes, according to Marx: and the spiritual struggle of archetypes according to Frye.
If Marx turns Georg Hegel on his head, then Frye turns him right side up again. For instance, the word “gold” means the material wealth of production for Marx; but for Frye “gold” means the spiritual wealth of love for one’s fellow man – what is considered ‘heaven’, and what is considerd ‘hell’ comes into conflict.
So expressed in the following song lyrics:
There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes Words have two meanings .... There's a feeling I get When I look to the West And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees (Led Zeppelin: Stairway To Heaven ~ Plant/Page)
A struggle between materialism and spiritualism that’s expressed earlier in the following song:
And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky With one hand waving free (Bob Dylan: Mr. Tambourine Man)
Akin to poets William Blake and Robert Frost, singer/songwriter Bob Dylan is a half-way man, suspended between Heaven and Hell.
So goes the story-like verse below:
Key West is the place to be If you are looking for immortality Stay on the road, follow the highway sign Key West is fine and fair If you lost your mind, you will find it there Key West is on the horizon line (Bob Dylan: Key West)
Northrop Frye warns of linguists who mess with signs in order to lead readers down the road to the wrong pot of “gold” hidden on ‘Deconstruction Row’.
Dylan, or at least his persona, has been there; he’s not scared:
Some of us turn off the lights, and we live In the moonlight shooting by Some of us scare ourselves to death in the dark To be where the angels fly (Bob Dylan: Red River Shore)
Greatly influenced by the following scaredy-cat poet as attested to by the narrator in the lines below:
In the autumn tint of gold From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by From the thunder and the storm (When the rest of heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view (Edgar Allan Poe: Alone)
Dylan’s not frightened because the “holy trinity” is on his side – Bill Blake, Rob Frost, and Norrie Frye – they don’t like those damned Deconstuctionists:
The evening sun is sinking low The woods are dark, the town is too They'll drag you down, they'll run the show Ain't no telling what they'll do Tell Old Bill when he gets home Anything is worth a try Tell him that I'm not alone That the hour has come to do or die (Bob Dylan: Tell Old Bill)
Seems the singer/songwriter prefers the Frye pan to the not-so-Romantic po.
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