It appears that you're writing in the english language, but beyond that, I have little idea of what you're talking about.
Some people think the guy who wrote Two Gentlemen of Verona is a pretty good playwright.
Some people think the guy who wrote "A crashing but meaningless blow" is a pretty good blogger.
Lobofilho is sucking up to Dylan-haters, probably AWB.
There was no one even there to call his bluff.
Christopher Ricks, for example.
At one point, someone around here suggested that trolling your own blog is in bad taste.
At one point, someone around here suggested that trolling your own blog is in bad taste a sign of desperation.
I'm with lobofilho here. I can distinctly remember sneering at Dylan when I was fourteen or fifteen on the reasonable grounds that the words were no bloody good. Then I discovered drugs. I couldn't listen to the words any more. What I heard was the person, the projected emotion. All of a sudden that was more powerful than any real poetry.
In some senses the whole of my life has been an attempt to row back from that discovery, or at least to beat against the current. It is not coincidence that everyone going through their first divorce develops a compulsion to listen to Blood on the Tracks.
12: why beat against that particular current?
13: Try telling that to Paul Reubens.
D'oh, I meant 14: Try telling that to Paul Reubens. Damn tricky ordinal numbers!
Also true: Ben has never tried any fun or interesting drugs.