I've always thought about the meaning of the Kipling couplet from 'If', 'If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same'. I think Bob Dylan just taught me more about it. Maybe it takes a poet to interpret a poet.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.
Reminds me of that Groucho Marx joke about never attending a club that would have him as a member.
This is better than turning it down - just ignore it for the non-entity of an award it is. I wish all "winners" would do the same and we could get on with celebrating the things that matter.
They finally listened for his answer; it was a'blowin in the wind.
Maybe Bob Dylan is too busy reading dasharez0ne
Look for a rolling stone.
Stuck inside of Oldchella, with the Stockholm blues again.