I don't understand Bob Dylan. Maybe that's how it should be: something that fascinates is something that does not have to be, or cannot be, understood. I read Dylan's book of poetry, Tarantula, which he wrote in 1966 when he was twenty-five. In it, words move not like letters, not like vessels of meaning, but as sound, in their repetition, consonants, emphasis, and syllable length:
mother say go in…
I swear to God, swear to God," said Setya Novanto when he was asked if it was true there was Rp150 billion for the Golkar Party's coffers from money embezzled out of the e-KTP (electronic ID cards) in 2011. Without denying or confirming it, he held up his index and middle fingers to form a 'victory' sign.
Setya Novanto demonstrated this oath to Tempo editors when he visited this magazine's office on Wednesday last week, a day before the prosecution read the criminal charges filed in the massive corruption case surrounding the e-KTP project at the Jakarta Corruption Court.