TRANSLATIONS FROM "THE MANIC HEART OF LUTHER PACK", AKA "DYLAN ELIOT JAMES", WHO DISAPPEARED....SHORTLY THEREAFTER.....

 



Inspired by reading "Leaves of Grass" and an old book of Wordsworth's poetry.......Eliott Dylan James scribbled a few thousand words and he and I drove 'out' into the world in my old TR-4 convertible........where he 'played' to audiences of up to a dozen! When asked, 'Why don't you read some of your poetry, Reed?'......I could only reply, 'These people are already asleep, Dylan!'..........




                      MY LAST PHOTOGRAPH  OF 'DYLAN',  SEATED IN THE TR-4, ON OUR WAY TO  'ROME'....GEORGIA, THAT IS.....

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