Poets Are Damned... But See

I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Destroyed By Madness, Starving Hysterical Naked.

How Sick I Am! That Thought Always Comes To Me With Horror. Is It This Strange For Everybody? But Such Fugitive Feelings Have Always Been My Metier.

Mind Is Shapely, Art Is Shapely.

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.

Unholy Battered Old Thing You Were, My Sunflower O My Soul, I Loved You Then!