Meditation On Blood On the Tracks: “Hymns To the Repetition Wheel”
The insert shows Dylan’s handwritten working notebook for “Blood On The Tracks.” This extra is part of the deluxe release. See Bob Dylan’s site bobdylan.com for details. Photo courtesy of Sony Legacy.
I’m a poet by trade, and I confront the subjects I examine from the alters of that perspective. In turn, I’m choosing to publish my first reaction to More Blood, More Tracks: a poem which illuminates the birth of the review. I think it’s appropriate to include this piece here, since this 14th installment of the Bootleg Series memorializes the birth of a record as we see all the shapes these landmark songs took in Bob Dylan’s head before they ever found their final form.
Hymns To the Repetition Wheel
(On Bob Dylan’s Blood On the Tracks)
(here)
At the
Naked point
Of infancy
(climbs)
Into the caskets
In your head
(high)
Beyond this
Cold puddle
Of mirrors
(moves)
Through the vast
Poem bloom
(here)
At the
Naked point
Of infancy
(fusing)
Time to
The ideologies
Of eyes
(high)
Beyond this
Cold puddle
Of mirrors
(where)
The sky roars
Into next iteration
(skin)
& teeth
(tongue)
& mind
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