Some Things Are Too Terrible To Be

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

The Whole World's A Bottle, And Life's But A Dram, When The Bottle Gets Empty, It Sure Ain't Worth A Damn.

One Night Around That Time, At Hammersmith, Bob Dylan Was About To Go Into [his 1963 Classic] 'don't Think Twice, It's Alright.he Said, 'hey, Bucky! Play Mandolin On This.' I Am Not Really A Mandolin Player; I Could Only Play In Certain Keys. Halfway Through, He Stops The Band, Turns To The Audience And Points To Me. He Says: 'he Isn't Playing, He's Miming.' And Then: 'should I Fire Him?' The Whole Audience Yells.

I Am A Restless Soul Hungry Perhaps Wretched.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.