Mind Is Shapely, Art Is Shapely.

The Whole Blear World Of Smoke And Twisted Steel Around My Head In A Railroad Car, And My Mind Wandering Past The Rust Into Futurity: I Saw The Sun Go Down In A Carnal And Primeval World, Leaving Darkness To Cover My Railroad Train Because The Other Side Of The World Was Waiting For Dawn.

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.

Let The Straight Flower Bespeak Its Purpose In Straightness - To Seek The Light. Let The Crooked Flower Bespeak Its Purpose In Crookedness - To Seek The Light. Let The Crookedness And Straightness Bespeak The Light.

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

Who Burned Cigarette Holes In Their Arms Protesting The Narcotic Tobacco Haze Of Capitalism