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 Post subject: Re: tarantula
PostPosted: Sat March 31st, 2012, 07:24 GMT 
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I've read it, a few years ago...I don't remember much other than that I really liked it at the time. I might still like it now.

The idea of Bob Dylan, one of the best wordsmiths this side of James Joyce, writing a novel seems far too intriguing to avoid being ultimately disappointing.

 Post subject: Re: tarantula
PostPosted: Sat March 31st, 2012, 10:36 GMT 

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That was a novel? :P

 Post subject: Re: tarantula
PostPosted: Tue May 21st, 2013, 19:21 GMT 
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Location: ..right behind the living - just in front of the dead.
... 'Tarantula' by Bob Dylan 1966 cont. .....

passing the sugar to iron man of the bottles who
arrives with the grin & a heatlamp & he's push-
ing "who dunnit" buttons this year & he is a
love monger at first sight ... you have seen him
sprout up from a dumb hill bully into a bunch
of backslap & he's wise & he speaks to everyone
as if they just answered the door/ he don't like
people that say he comes from the monkeys but
nevertheless he is dull & he is destroyingly boring
... while Allah the cook scrapes hunger from
his floor & pounding it into the floating dishes
with roaring & argue over acne & recite
calendars & pointing to each other's garments
& liquid & disperse into segments & die crazy
deaths & bellowing farce mortal farm vomit &
why for Jesus Christ be Just another meathead?
when all the tontos & heyboy lose their legs
trying to frug while kemosabe & mr palladin
spend their off hours remaining separate but
equal & anyway why not wait for laughter to
straighten the works out meantime & WOWEE
smash & the rage of it all when former lover
cowboy hanging upside down & Suzy Q. the
angel putting new dime into this adoption
machine as out squirts a symbol squawking &
freezing & crashing into the bowels of some
hideous soap box & it's a rumble & iron man
picking up his "who dunnit" buttons & giving
them away free & trying to make friends & even
tho youre belonging to no political party, youre
now prepared, prepared to remember something
about something

.. the chief of police holding a bazooka
.. with his name engraved on it. coming in
.. drunk & putting the barrel into the face
.. of the lawyer's pig. once a wife beater,
.. he became a professional boxer & received
.. a club foot/ he would literally like to
.. become an executioner. what he doesnt know
.. is that the lawyer's pig has made friends
.. with the senator

...to be continued. 'Tarantula' by Bob Dylan 1966..

 Post subject: Re: tarantula
PostPosted: Sat May 25th, 2013, 07:25 GMT 
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Location: ..right behind the living - just in front of the dead.

... 'Tarantula' by Bob Dylan ... cont. .....

gambler's passion & his slave, the sparrow & he's
ranting from a box of black platform & mesmer-
izing this ball of daredevils to stay in the morn-
ing & dont bust from the factories/ everyone
expecting to be born with whom they love &
theyre not & theyve been let down, theyve been
lied to & now the organizers must bring the
oxen in & dragging leaflets & gangrene enthu-
siasm, ratfinks & suicide tanks from the pay
phones to the housing developments & it usually
starts to rain for a while ... little boys cannot go
out & play & new men in bulldozers come in
every hour delivering groceries & care packages
being sent from las vegas ... & nephews of the
coffee bean expert & other favorite sons grad-
uating with a pompadour & cum laude-praise
be & a wailing farewell to releasing the hermit
& beautifully ugly & fingering eternity come
down & save your lambs & butchers & strike the
roses with is rightful patsy odor ... & grampa
scarecrow's got the tiny little wren & see for
yourself while saving him too/ look down of
great Romantic.you who can predict from every
position, you who know that everybody's not
Job ore a Nero nor a J>C. Penny ... look down &
seize your gambler's passion, make high wire
experts into heroes, presidents into con men.
turn the eventual ... but the hermits being not
talking & lower class or insane or in prison ...
& they dont work in the factories anyway

..the good samaritan coming in with the
..words "round & round we go" tattooed on
..his cheek/ he tells the senator to stop
..insulting the lawyer/ he would like to
..be an entertainer & brags that he is
..one of the best strangers around, the
..pig jumps on him & starts eating his

...to be continued. 'Tarantula' by Bob Dylan 1966..

 Post subject: Re: tarantula
PostPosted: Fri May 31st, 2013, 05:07 GMT 
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Location: ..right behind the living - just in front of the dead.
... 'Tarantula' by Bob Dylan ..... cont. .....

illiterate coins of two head wrestling with win-
dow washer who's been reincarnated from a
garden hoe & after once being pushed around
happily & causally hitting a rock once in a while
is now bitter hung up on finding some inferior.
he bites into the window ledge & by singing
"what'll we do with the baby-o" to thirsty peas-
ant girls wanting a drink from his pail, he is
thinking he is some kind of success but he's
getting his kicks telling one of the two headed
coins that tom jefferson used to use him around
the house when the bad stuff was growing ...
the lawrence welk people inside the window,
theyre running the city planning division & they
hibernate & feeding their summers by convers-
ing with poor people's shadows & other ambu-
lance drivers, & they dont even notice this
window washer while the families who tell of
the boogey men & theyre precious & there's
pictures of them playing golf & getting blacker &
they wear oil in the window washer's union hall
& these people consider themselves gourmets for
not attending charlie starkweather's funeral ye
gads the champagne being appropriate pagan &
the buffalo, tho the restaurant owners are vague
about it, is fast disappearing into violence/ soon
there will be but one side of the coin & moham-
med wherever he comes from, cursing & window
washers falling & then no one will have any
money ... broad save the clean, the minorities
& liberace's countryside.

..the truck driver coming in with a carpet
..sweeper under his eyes/ everybody says
.."hi joe" & he says "joe the fellow that
..owns this place. i'm just a scientist. i
..aint got no name" the truck driver hates
..anybody that carries a tennis racket/ he
..drinks all the senator's coffee & proceeds
..to put him in a headlock

...to be continued. 'Tarantula' by Bob Dylan 1966..

 Post subject: Re: tarantula
PostPosted: Sat June 15th, 2013, 04:57 GMT 
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Location: ..right behind the living - just in front of the dead.
..'Tarantula' by Bob Dylan 1966 ...(cont.) ..

first you snap your hair down & try to tie up the
kicking voices on a table & then the sales depart-
ment people with names like Gus & Peg & Judy
the Wrench & Nadine with worms in her fruit &
Bernice Bearface blowing her brains on Butch &
theyre all enthused over locker rooms & vege-
tables & Muggs he goes to sleep on your neck
talking shop & divorces & headline causes & if
you cant say get off my neck, you just answer
him & wink & wait for some morbid reply & the
liberty bell ringing when you dont dare ask
yourself how do you feel for God's sake & what's
one more face? & the difference between a life-
time of goons & holes, company pigs & beggars
& cancer critics learning yoga with raving petty
gangsters in one act plays with V-eight engines
all being tossed in the river & combined in a
stolen mirror ... compared to the big day when
you discover lord byron shooting craps in the
morgue with his pants off & he's eating a picture
of jean paul belmondo & he offers you a piece of
green lightbulb & you realize that nobody's told
you about This & that life is not so simple after
all ... in fact that it's no more than something
to read & light cigarettes with ... Lem the Clam
tho, he really gives a damn if dale really does
get nailed slamming down the scotch & then
going outside with Maurice, who aint the Peoria
Kid & dont look the same as they do in Des
Moines, Iowa & good old debbie, she comes
along & both her & dale, they start shacking up
in the newspapers & jesus who can blame 'em?
& Amen & oh lordy, & how the parades dont
need your money baby...it's the confetti &
one george washington & Nadine who comes
running & says where's Gus? & she's salty about
the bread he's been making off her worms while
dollars becoming pieces of paper ... but people
kill for paper & anyway you cant buy a thrill
with a dollar as long as pricetags, the end of the
means & only as big as your fist & they dangle
from a pot of golden rainbow ... which attacks
& which covers the saddles of noseless poets &
wonder blazing & somewhere over the rainbow
& blinding my married lover into the ovation
maniacs/ cremating innocent child into scrap-
heap for vicious controversy & screwball & who's
to tell charlie to stop & not come back for gar-
bage men arent serious & they gonna get mur-
dered tomorrow & next march 7th by the same
kids & their fathers & their uncles & all the rest
of these people that would make leadbelly a pet
... they will always kill garbage men & wiping
the smells but this rainbow, she goes off behind
a pillar & sometimes a tornado destroys the
drugstores & floods bring polio & leaving Gus &
Peg twisted in the volleyball net & Butch hiding
in madison square garden ... Bearface dead
from a flying piece of grass! I.Q.-somewhere in
the sixties & twentieth century & so sing aretha
...sing mainstream into orbit! sing the cowbells
home! sing misty ... sing for the barber & when
youre found guilty of not owning a cavalry & not
helping the dancer with laryngitis ... mislead-
ing valentino's pirates to the indians or perhaps
not lending a hand to the deaf pacifist in his
sailor jail ... it then must be time for you to rest
& learn new songs ... forgiving nothing for you
have done nothing & make love to the noble

.. what a drag it gets to be. writing
.. for this chosen few. writing for any-
.. one cpt you. you, daisy mae, who are
.. not even of the masses ... funny thing,
.. tho, is that youre not even dead yet ...
.. i will nail my words to this paper,
.. an fly them on to you. an forget about
.. them ... thank you for the time.
.. youre kind.
........... love an kisses
........... your double
........... Silly Eyes (in airplane trouble)

...to be continued. 'Tarantula' by Bob Dylan 1966..

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