Wow, great read.
I, too have written about the connections between these men. Here is a more recent post about Dylan and his hero Woody
Like His Hero Woody Guthrie, Dylan Spoke the Language of the Disenfranchised
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed Graveyards, false gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down…
I don’t know how quickly I can find it but I have also written more than once about how singing doesn’t mean people are happy, but also how pain can be transformed into beautiful music that in its own way become a healing force.
Thanks for the stimulating read.