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Bob Dylan's One Of The Greatest Blues Singers Of The Western World; Ancient Art, On-the-spot Improvisation, Mind Quickness, Endless Variation, Classical Formulae, Prophetic Vision, Mighty Wind-horse.

I Know Too Much And Not Enough

Every American Wants More & More Of The World And Why Not, You Only Live Once. But The Mistake Made In America Is Persons Accumulate More & More Dead Matter, Machinery, Possessions & Rugs & Fact Information At The Expense Of What Really Counts As More: Feeling, Good Feeling, Sex Feeling, Tenderness Feeling, Mutual Feeling. You Own Twice As Much Rug If You're Twice As Aware Of The Rug.

I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?

Who Dreamt And Made Incarnate Gaps In Time & Space Through Images Juxtaposed, And Trapped The Archangel Of The Soul Between 2 Visual Images And Joined The Elemental Verbs And Set The Noun And Dash Of Consciousness Together Jumping With Sensation Of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus To Recreate The Syntax And Measure Of Poor Human Prose And Stand Before You Speechless And Intelligent And Shaking With Shame