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By Jack Joseph Smith

Dylan WHATTA YA GONNA DO If I could play a gutar on top of the poetry Then everybody would be leaving the hotel I beat the shit Out of this convict one time Cause I heard he was threatening my kid By the time the cops came I was at my potato factory drafting table, solid oak with a perfect slant They came on through the log cabin door And when I turned and said Hey guys listen to this line They turned Around And Left

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Dylan pares the anecdote down to a chant-like challenge, a guitar-and-poetry wish, the convict story, and a handwritten ending where the men turn around and leave.

The large handwritten opening gives the page the feel of a performed refrain before the typed narrative begins. Solid oak and perfect slant keep the drafting table central, as though composition is the source of the speaker's authority. The closing handwritten line turns the police scene into a punchline of poetic command: after hearing the line, they simply turn around and leave.


Claude

The most pared-down 'Dylan,' broken into short, chant-like lines under the handwritten shout 'WHATTA YA GONNA DO.' The wish - 'If I could play a gutar / on top of the poetry / Then everybody / would be leaving the hotel' - precedes the brag of beating 'this convict' who 'was threatening my kid,' the police arriving 'through the log cabin door' while he sits at 'my potato factory / drafting table, / solid oak with a perfect slant.' The handwritten close lands the punchline: he says 'Hey guys listen to this line' and 'They turned Around And Left,' the spoken line emptying the room.