The dreaded “BLOCK”.  It’s a mind-thing that plagues every creative person that ever was.  Whether you are a writer, a scientist, an artist, or a business person, there comes a time when you reach for an idea and there’s nothing there.

For some reason the well has gone dry.  Not even mud comes up.

You are pounding on a stuck door that, for whatever reason, is closed and locked to you, a door that used to swing open easily at a touch.  Your idea factory has been shut down and you can’t see anything but that fool door.

Locked Out by Watchcaddy via Flickr [CC BY-NC 2.0]
It is a frustrating time, especially when you are used to having ideas parading up and down like models on a runway at a fashion show.  You can feel the eyes and expectations of all the people who are looking at you, watching and waiting for SOMETHING.

Hell!  YOU expect something of yourself and it is just not jelling.  ARGH!

There are many stories of how this one and that one overcame the BLOCK.  Often being locked out of your idea factory seems to be a prerequisite of the Breakthrough, the beautiful time when all at once, after you’ve thrown yourself at a problem over and over again, some switch turns on and the light just shines on your bruised and battered self, bathing you in its glory.

The Breakthrough by Phillip Hickman via Flickr [CC BY 2.0]
The Universe has heard you.  The sacrifices have been made and the price has been paid.  Things start click-click-clicking and the row of dominoes that you’ve lined up start falling down and down and down into beautiful patterns all over the floor.

If you’re a brilliant genius of a Maker, the whole world changes then.  Not just for you.  For everybody.


In 1965, Bob Dylan (born Robert Allan Zimmerman) was exhausted and disheartened.  He was the crowned prince of the protest folk song circle and the poet laureate of the counter-culture.

Famous for his serious lyrics on the serious topics of the day — wordy lines chanted over a bare-bone melody and accompanied by an acoustical guitar and maybe a harmonica — the kid was going strong.

Dylan had dropped out of the University of Minnesota to head straight to New York where he hung around Greenwich Village with his hero Woody Guthrie in the emerging folk music scene.

He became a popular performer in the Village coffee houses and night clubs and his ability to compose his own melodies and lyrics at an amazing pace won the respect and admiration of his peers.

Woody Guthrie mural in Okemah, Oklahoma by Uyvsdi (own work) via Wikimedia Commons [Public Domain]
He quickly amassed an army of fans and was dubbed the Shakespeare of his generation.  His fans apparently elected him “their” media mouthpiece.

It was not a role with which the songwriter was comfortable.  By the time he was 24, Dylan had become quite vocal about his disillusionment.  He was no longer certain, it seemed, that the counter-culture of the time could actually effect any kind of lasting change in the blatant injustices perpetrated in this old world.


Dylan had just returned to America after a grueling, four-month solo acoustical tour that spanned the Northeast and the West Coast of America before crossing the ocean to Europe and ending in England.

He was physically spent.  (One commentator said he looked like an “underfed angel.”)  He was mentally depleted after months and months of being crammed in with crowds of people always around him, always needing him to do something.

By the very end of the tour everybody knew that Dylan was feeling pushed and overwhelmed, struggling just to soldier on through the nonstop gotta-do dance, getting it all done and done and done.

He retreated to a little cabin in Woodstock, New York, and he swore that he was done, totally tapped out.  He was teetering on the verge of quitting. He told his manager he was going to spend his time at Woodstock “writing a novel.”


While on tour Dylan had begun compulsively writing what he later called “this long piece of vomit.”  It was, among other things, a diatribe and excoriation of the illusions and delusions of his generation.   At Woodstock the word-vomit continued to pour out.

In a 1966 interview, Dylan told journalist Jules Siegel, “It wasn’t called anything, just a rhythm thing on paper all about my steady hatred directed at some point that was honest.  In the end it wasn’t hatred, it was telling someone something they didn’t know, telling them they were lucky.”

“I had never thought of it as a song,” he told Siegel, “until one day I was at the piano, and on the paper it was singing “How does it feel?” in a slow motion pace, in the utmost of slow motion.”  The impulse to write his poetry was reborn.

From that first wild and wooly outpouring, Dylan extracted and crafted four verses and the chorus of “Like a Rolling Stone,” a song that was a radical departure from anything he had ever written before.  It was also very different from the popular songs of the day.

For one thing, the lyrics were brooding, nuanced and ambiguous.  The lines did not insist on making sense, but somehow they “felt” right.  The music itself could not be easily categorized.

Sometime after the song took the music world by storm, British music critic Michael Gray would describe the resulting track as “a chaotic amalgam of blues, impressionism, allegory and intense directness in the central chorus:  How does it feel.”


A week after he’d arrived in Woodstock, Dylan’s new song, “Like a Rolling Stone,” was mostly finished and he headed off into the city to get the thing recorded.  A bunch of musicians, most of whom had never played together or with Dylan, were brought into the cramped space of Studio A at Columbia Records.

None of the musicians had seen the song before.  In fact, Dylan wasn’t even sure how he wanted it to sound.  (The song had been written on an upright piano in the key of G sharp and was changed to C on the guitar in the recording studio.)

The musicians and the songwriter fooled around with the tempo and the instrument mix trying to make what they were doing match the music in the songwriter’s head and somehow the record’s producer Tom Wilson got the song cut on acetate.

It took two days and four very muddled takes plus lots of do-overs.  The thing had a powerful, raucously edgy snarl of a sound.  There were hot licks from an electrical guitar and major chords from an organ in it.  By the time the song was cut, the backing musicians were just starting to learn their parts.

At almost six minutes, the recorded song was more than twice as long as most of the popular songs of the day, which were all less than three minutes long.

It was “different” and the difference was a cause for bean-counter concerns.  The marketing and sales departments at the record company relegated the newborn song to the “graveyard of canceled releases.”  The song was apparently stillborn.


In the days following its rejection by the money guys, however, release coordinator for Columbia Records Shaun Considine, a Dylan fan-extraordinaire, took a discarded acetate of the song to a New York club “Arthur” – a newly opened disco popular with celebrities and media.

Considine asked a DJ to play the thing.  The sophisticated music-lovers in the place were entranced.  Here was something new.  At the crowd’s insistence, the demo was played again and again until the vinyl finally wore out.

In the Mix by Mario Fernandea via Flickr [CC BY-NC-ND 2.0]
The next morning a disc jockey and a programming director from the city’s leading top 40 stations called Columbia Records and demanded copies of the song.  The company caved in.  Shortly afterwards, in late July, the song was released for sale as a single with “Gates of Eden” as its B-side.

Dylan performed the song live for the first time within days of its record release on July 25, 1965 at the Newport Folk Festival in Newport, Rhode Island.

He and his backing musicians started to perform an uncertain rendition of their new single and were booed off the stage by the unappreciative crowd.  It is a well-worn story retold by entire books.

The copies that the record company released to disc jockeys were truncated at first.  Promotional copies had the first two verses and refrains on one side of the disk and the rest of the song on the other.  DJ’s flipped the vinyl over to play the whole thing.  The public demand dictated otherwise.  Both Dylan and the fans wanted the whole, uninterrupted  thing.  Their wishes were met.

album cover for the 1965 French single “Like a Rolling Stone” By Source via Wikimedia Commons [Fair Use]
Like a Rolling Stone” remained on the US charts for 12 weeks.  The record reached number 2 behind the Beatles’ “Help” several weeks after its release.  It was a Top 10 hit in other countries including Canada, Ireland, the Netherlands, the United Kingdom and France.


The hoo-hah surrounding the song was massive.  Reviewers and other experts as well as fellow musicians weighed in with their opinions about the effect of the song on the American and international music scene.

Speculation was rampant about what the song “actually” meant and who was being referenced in the vitriolic and cynical but ultimately compassionate lyrics.  The artist never “explained” his work.  He wrote it.  He had done his job.

Dylan’s contemporaries like John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and Frank Zappa were in awe.  They almost universally felt that the dark and brooding song went far toward freeing them from the saccharine and lightweight clichés of the tried-and-true same-old of the popular music of the time.  The song simultaneously startled and challenged them.

Younger musicians who grew up with the song like Bruce Springsteen and Elvis Costello were tremendously influenced by it as well.  With that one song Dylan rewrote the rules for popular music, more than one commentator said.

Dylan was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1988 by Bruce Springsteen, who said, “When I was 15 and I heard “Like a Rolling Stone,” I heard a guy who had the guts to take on the whole world and who made me feel like I had to too.”

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by Mark Goebel via Flickr [CC BY 2.0]
Rock and roll had come into its own. Bob Dylan and “Like a Rolling Stone” led the way.

[Note:  Anyone who would like to check out Bob Dylan’s music can have a lot of fun exploring  Discogs is a user-built database with information about artists, labels and their recordings.  They’ve been around since 2000 and have an absolutely amazing collection of records and CD’s  available.]

Seventy five-year old Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature by the Swedish Academy in 2016, touching off a bit of a controversy among assorted commentators.  It was not until March, 2017 that he accepted the award.


In his 2012 book, IMAGINE:  How CreativityWorks, science writer Jonah Lehrer re-tells the story of Dylan’s radical breakthrough and delineates how being stuck and frustrated and on the verge of giving up can result in new insight and major innovation.   He calls the work that Dylan did to produce the song “a textbook example of how the imagination is unleashed by constraints.”  (The emphasis is mine.)

Lehrer goes on to suggest that perhaps this possibility of achieving a breakthrough may be the reason why many poets deliberately choose to allow themselves to be limited by traditional poetic forms like haikus and sonnets that other poets from other times and places made up.

Trying to find the words that sparkle when they are fitted into these literary forms that have strict and obtuse rules and requirements can produce new ways of seeing that can transcend the hackneyed, easy clichés that surround us.  It can imbue the work with meaning and mana.

As Lehrer puts it, “You break out of the box by stepping into shackles.

In this TED talk video, “How Frustration Can Make Us More Creative,” English economist and journalist Tim Harford tells more stories about how being frustrated by challenges and life conditions does lead to greater creativity.


My own thinking on all of this is that just bravely facing that blank piece of paper is a mighty big challenge already, and getting those fool words to act right is a chancy thing.  Muttering a lot helps.  So does whining.

Here’s a poem….


Whenever confusion strikes

Making it hard to separate

The Real from the World,

I sit with pen in hand, thinking.


The blank page sticks out its tongue at me,

A challenge….

Troll-words limp and hobble,

Grunting and grousing as

They stumble out of their dark hovels.

I grab a few – just corral them as they pass.

Soon there’s a crowd of them,

Milling about and muttering,

Becoming a multitude.


The blank page slurps them up,

That jittery, jabbering throng.

It’s Godzilla attacking Tokyo

As the little guys scatter screaming….


Slash goes my deadly pen –

Snicker-snack, skidoo…

Annihilating, mutilating,

Cutting swaths through all the troll-word masses.


A few survive that onslaught,

A decidedly tattered crew.

More come stumbling out.

(There’s got to be a billion of them:

A rising tide that pops out of thin air –

Extra-dimensional travelers, all.)


I know.

If I can keep from drowning in that cacophony,

In the sound and the fury,

The clamor and the claptrap,

And if I’m really blessed, kissed by Lady Luck,

Maybe, just maybe,

I can touch that clarity that comes roaring up

Like the sun at dawn,

The one that turns the troll-words into stone.

(Sure is cool when it works!)

By Netta Kanoho

Picture credit: Bob Dylan Mural in Minneapolis by Jenni Konrad via Flickr [CC By-NC 2.0]



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  1. This was a great read with a wonderful poem to compliment at the end. Its amazing to follow such a detailed account of the journey of Bob Dylan and the birth of rock n roll. I often have writers block and this has definitely given me inspiration to put pen to paper again.
    Thanks for your motivating article.

    1. Glad it helped, Adam. Thanks for your visit and your comment. Please come again….

  2. What a great motivational article you have here. And to use the story of a music legend in order to illustrate the learning points, makes this post a great pleasure to read.

    I’m a musician and sometimes do experience this “block” you were talking about. Nothing a little break won’t do to help me reproduce my creative juices, and eventually get me back on the writing board again.

    Awesome post!

    1. Farhan: Thanks for the visit and the comments. It’s true. Sometimes all you really need is to take a break from the intense focus-time and the juices start up again. I think the massive blocks happen when you are running on fumes and just cannot handle it any more….

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  3. Life Built Poems, as soon as I opened the page I was impressed by its simplicity and the colours. I like the odd poem and would be familiar with some of Bob Dylan’s stuff, so I’m glad you gave some good detail on “Like a Rolling Stone”. Quite a bit of discussion about the Nobel prize but, for me personally, it was a brilliant and brave decision by the Swedish Academy – what did you think of it?

    1. Hey Michael: Thanks for the visit and your comments. Bob Dylan’s one of my heroes so I also agree that the Swedish Academy’s move was brilliant. I’m glad you enjoyed the post. Please do come again….

  4. uncommoncitizen says:

    Thank you Netta, what a lovely, well written and informative article. I had no idea of the grueling efforts he put in so early in his music career. He certainly has made the world a much better place via his wonderful work and has proven that it only takes unbending commitment to make one’s dreams manifest. I think it will be a long time to see someone of his caliber, cheers 🙂

    1. Howzit! Thank you for your visit and comments….I agree. Dylan’s a wonderment! Please do come again….

  5. As a creative artist, i understood the dreaded- Block; fortunate for me I have 3 disciplines, now four, so i can switch.It was a joy to read about Dylan-well written, never boring,especially with his recent award. Were you personally involved with him? I saw him perform a few times in England and was a big fan.Liked the images and appreciated the poem.I was surprised that tragedy did not inspire you to write in the beginning. Great job.

    1. Hey Courtney…

      Thanks for the visit. It is great to have several disciplines so you can switch when you get stuck. It’s one of the reasons I tend to just think of everything I do as play.

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  6. What a powerful poem Netta. It is deep and very touching. I love “The blank page sticks out its tongue at me, a challenge.” We all face that “Block”, even though you are really good at what you do. Every time that I overcome that writer’s block, I always reward myself with something. 

    I have always been a big fan of Bob Dylan. I love “American Pie” and “Like a Rolling Stone.” Thank you for sharing his story. I had no idea that he overcame a lot of hurdles. I am grateful that I learned a little piece of history. I went looked up his perferform on YouTube and saw his performance in England, it was so great. 

    I will keep the equation in mind Adversity+Effort = Breakthrough. Thank you for a piece of your mind, we all can overcome this “Block”.

    1. Nuttanee, thanks for the visit and for sharing your thoughts.  I do appreciate it.

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  7. Amazing poem, I enjoy every single thing about Dylan’s story. I was not aware that he went through so many challenges. You know, someone once said to me that, a strong and successful person never had an easy story. Dylan is the living proof of that. 

    I have a friend who is a musician as well, and once he said that he started music because often he was able to express how he felt inside with the help from music.  I think Dylan did the same thing, he put his emotions and feelings into his songs.

    Lovely article. 

    Many Thanks

    1. Thanks for the comment and the visit, Johnny.  Dylan does, indeed, deserve to be a poet laureate.  

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  8. The struggle with creativity block is something we’ve all faced at some point. It’s like reaching for an idea and finding nothing there, not even a hint of mud. 

    I’m curious to know more about how Bob Dylan overcame his creative block with “Like a Rolling Stone.” It’s a remarkable story of resilience and innovation. How did he find inspiration during those challenging times, and what was it about this song that made it a radical departure from his previous work?

    . It’s always inspiring to hear stories of how others have overcome these hurdles.

    1. mladinh, thanks for the visit and for sharing your thoughts.  Your question is a good one. 

      Myself, I think that Dylan was a master bard and he followed where his curiosity led him, always.  It was his greatest strength as an artist, I feel.  The song was a departure from his previous works which were mostly in the folk music genre. 

      Because he was the reigning prince of folk at the time, perhaps his fanatic admirers felt betrayed by the new sound and the new directions he was pursuing and producing.  At the time, it livened up the music scene for sure and it certainly sparked other wanna-be master bards to go exploring as well.

      I agree that stories like this are always inspiring for those of us who are working on becoming Makers.

      Please do come again.

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