Back Pages - Brown Notebook - Summer Solstice 1967

All these songs are connected

Nothing out of the ordinary,  just something natural

                                                                               - kind of extending the walked line

                         W  e     a  r  e     a  l  l     j  u  s  t     s  t  e  p  s

          

L a s t    w e e k

 in China

                                               a surprising sun

                                                   r o s e

                                                    igneous

                                                 over the desert

Caravan (9) Mid-June 1967

 . . . No one around could understand

what was written by the mystic hand . . .

                     An X-ray photograph of the voice of Cash

                                                                                Belshazzar a skeleton

                                                                         Two guitars, a bass and an organ

 

                                                                                                                                Otherworldly

               I conceal my fright quoting Daniel and move toward the basement stairs

Present (VI)

     My prediction was correct: the song I heard when I first entered the basement summed up the joy of a shared comradeship, magnifying both.

    All these years I´ve spent searching for it -in my memory, in my dreams, in collections appearing since 69 under the symbols of the miracle or the tree with roots, on labels of the genuine or, recently, the complete... but the song just doesn´t come up. It´s just not there.

        Perhaps it was never recorded, perhaps it´ll show up  tomorrow in a lost tape.

        The song is not recorded because it possibly doesn't exist.

        It might be the one I´m trying write,

        now,

        here,

        as if we sang it.