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By Jack Joseph Smith

Dylan What you 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 a convict One time, cause I heard he was threating my kid, and by the time the cops came,. I was at my potato factory drafting table, solid oak with a perfect slant; when they came on through the log cabin door,. all along the sand stone fireplace Where from looking at the ivy glass, leaded old and purple at night; turned I said,. "hey guys listen to this line" while abruptly, I'd say five turned around and left

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Dylan condenses the same brag into a tighter tale where paternal rage, log-cabin theater, and a single command to listen send five policemen abruptly away.

The scene works like a frontier fable of artistic authority, with the drafting table and sandstone fireplace serving as a stage set for masculine self-invention. Threat to the child justifies the earlier violence, but the real triumph is verbal rather than physical. Five men leaving after being asked to hear a line makes poetry sound like a force stronger than the law entering the room.

Claude

Cleaner recasting of the Dylan anecdote; same ivy-glass, leaded and purple at night, and the five cops leaving after hearing the line.