Bob Dylan "Dear Landlord" in honor of Taylor Mead (1924-2013)

 Taylor Mead in Paris circa 1967, by Shunk Kender
Taylor Mead in Paris circa 1967, by Shunk Kender
 Taylor Mead in Paris circa 1967, by Shunk Kender
Taylor Mead in Paris circa 1967, by Shunk Kender
 
Bob Dylan's "Dear Landlord" in honor of Taylor Mead (1924-2013)
  following poem by Taylor Mead

Freedom is the trick word...
  of the century

Let’s go to Capri this spring
  *
  Out of Show-Business into a real love affair.
  *
  It’s dangerous
–– this world
  *
  I don’t know whether it’s
  good
  or bad
  or sad.
  *
  In my field I’m the best!
  And I don’t know what that field is ! !
  ? ?

Spontaneity is better, but
  it’s better not to worry
  about it––or, you better
  not worry about it––or
  your grandmother’s
  drawers are hanging on
  the line or the lawn
  has been trimmed,
  or Uncle Henry is going
  down on the Mimosa.
  And Aunt Hank-O-Hara
  is doing
  too many genuflexions.
  And her hands are
  wandering––
I may do this play
  All by Myself.
  God Has No Talent!

The Pod People will all
  All take over and we can
  crawl in and get warm
  A Fellini Movie
  Mea Fellina
  You genius of the Italian
  Suburbs…
*
The Fear of Taylor Mead
  The Fear of Taylor Mead
  The Unequivocal Street
  Celebrity
  Fear of his…….
 

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