A victim
of words
and casualty
of what time
will avow
Dylan
in white face
the old
and the new
— his music enclouds
(Highway 61: October, 2025)
Triage Verdad
Writing
the only suture…
when truth starts to bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Good words about some good music both so closely related. Well done Kurt
Musical poetry to the Nth degree ...
Kurt, this reads like a blues confession...Dylan’s ghost humming in the margins while truth drips slow through the years. You’ve written music for the scar. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks TR. I saw Bob in 1964 at the Cafe Wha and put money
in the hat as it was passed around. My girlfriend and I hitchhiked
up the Jersey Turnpike through the Holland Tunnel to get there from
Philadelphia.
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