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By Jack Joseph Smith

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Dylan stages a swaggering domestic myth where poetry, violence, police, oak drafting tables, sandstone fireplaces, and purple leaded glass all serve the authority of a spoken line.

The speaker wants music on top of poetry because performance here is supposed to clear a room and dominate it. The beating of the convict and the protection of the child give the boast a vigilante edge, but the setting domesticates that violence into craft and architecture. When the police come through the log cabin door, the poem treats the line itself as the final show of power.

Claude

'Dylan': if I could play guitar on top of poetry, everybody would leave the hotel. Story of beating a convict for threatening his kid, police finding him at a potato-factory drafting table; he reads them a line and 'abruptly, I'd say five, turned around and left.'