The numerically titled pair of poems —
21 (which has 23 words) and 17 (which has many more) — will appear in the next New Yorker, but you can read them online now. Proper spelling optional.
I hope his poetry is as good as his screenwriting…
“i really have nothing
most hilarious pretentious non sequitur ending to an already pretentious poem ive ever seen. also funny: he writes like he pronounces. “an”, “t” instead of to
and wtf is 21, a high school student could have wrote those will all those
stick to the songs bob, no poetry, no painting, just the songs, that’s all yee good for Z-man
I read this poetry book his wrote in the late 60s. It was pretentious and too full of itself to actually say anything. The odd thing is, his song lyrics are among the most poetic I’ve ever encountered.
Hope he doesn’t blow it
oh. BOB dylan. not dylan THOMAS.
The longer one is pretty decent, I think. Better than oh, 99% of the words that come through here, lyrics or otherwise.
paul ramon wants to lick dylan’s taint i can tell
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