Following on from Monday’s post – Bob Dylan in The Fall of America Journals – here’s a poem/notation from Allen, dated June 24, 1966:
“and me I nearly got busted”
scratched Dylan from the central phonograph in candlelight, a huge wolf-dog at rest on the waving carpet,
kitty playing under the table
“To be stuck inside a mobile” – a bad universe?
the melancholy chant listened to by a room of ears
bodies lying by the dog, (smoke) in the air, the eve
of first playing Dylan’s midnight blonde –
blest bodies in the kitchen playing guitar and tambourine
the split in flesh – man or woman –
rocking the room with own table rhythm,
Same night the big concert (Cow) Palace
(The) Lovin’ Spoonful vegetable phonograph
under the Stadium Lights, a grey boxvoiced megaphone hanging
hundreds of feet in the air –
a party, a celebration, the blue boy retired to a room,
Flappers returned to Shiva
O holy eve Let peace descend on all in the street by siren
and wail or lone late pave
old queen in Stockton tunnel –
Harmonica, and a painted blue-eyed fad!
goodnight – Wine?
Oh, Mama – Can This Really Be The End?