Word: arens
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...version of a letter he read "yesterday." "All these people that you mention. Yes I know them they're quite lame. I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name." Dylan tells his correspondent that it's too difficult for him to understand the people who aren't on Desolation Row, and he tells us that the only reality he sees them in is the present. He describes a raid on Desolation Row, which is presumably a refuge of social dropouts and intellectuals. "At midnight, all the agents and the super-human crew come out and round...
...everything and anything. In one sketch, medieval knights running around in cloaks bearing the peace symbol suddenly break into a ludicrous song about a chastity belt. Ten minutes later a thumping South African chant turns into a wild dance accompanied by a myriad of homemade instruments. When they aren't singing, the company takes turns playing whites and blacks shooting each other. (The politics of Wait a Minim are strongly anti-apartheid, by the way.) Absurdity runs rings around absurdity; only the songs keep chaos from taking over...
...Agitator, advised one of the veterans from the liberated buildings. "I've seen this kind of strike before. It'll never work, that's for sure. You'll never hold it. Kirk will leak the story that the Selective Service is going to draft all strikers and that seniors aren't going to get their diplomas. Don't stick your neck out. What you need now is an honorable withdrawal. Peace with honor, you know?" The veteran, who hadn't changed his clothes or slept more than 15 hours for a week, turned to leave. "Yeah, I know. Thanks...
...WINTER then, and appropriately so. Teach-ins aren't a way of coming in out of the cold maybe...
...genital performance. But neither your reviewer nor Updike ever really found a way out of Updike's Tarbox. I believe you ought to get some reading done away from the Greenwich commuter's bar car. There's a whole landscape of really living people outside who aren't the lost adolescents of most modern fiction...