Good poetry attracts bad poetry. Joni Mitchell writes
I had a king in a tenement castle
Lately he's taken to painting the pastel walls brown
...at very long range ...you can trace the 'tramp stamp' lines back to that sort of thing...and Mitchell herself is very uneven... a poet's good work pulling out her weaker stuff..
another
At one point Dylan could write
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it’s not that way
I wasn’t born to lose you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
to that descending bass line figure that permeates Blonde on Blonde ... then it was gone... but the words kept coming
Good poetry attracts bad poetry. Joni Mitchell writes
I had a king in a tenement castle
Lately he's taken to painting the pastel walls brown
...at very long range ...you can trace the 'tramp stamp' lines back to that sort of thing...and Mitchell herself is very uneven... a poet's good work pulling out her weaker stuff..
another
At one point Dylan could write
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it’s not that way
I wasn’t born to lose you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
to that descending bass line figure that permeates Blonde on Blonde ... then it was gone... but the words kept coming
sigh