Bob Dylan: 1964

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Daniel McGinn - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Bob Dylan: 1964

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Dylan speaks to reporters with a cigarette squatted on his pointy lip. The reporters are high on scotch and nicotine. His cigarette bounces between his fingers. He flicks an ash, looks away, puts a thumb to his temple like a Dutch boy to the dyke. The sun comes through the window to catches Bob's smoke mid-air. The reporters ask stupid questions. They pull out pencils and notepads. Dylan stares at them. His face is pale but he looks new. Bob hooks a thumb in the suspenders of his farm-boy pants. He chews a stalk of rye. He answers their questions in grayscale. His crumbled wit is dry. He has coal-dust behind his ears. His voice rides down a slow switchback trail on a graveled American mountain.

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  • Daniel McGinn