In the Beginning


Van Ronk worked at the Gaslight
brings me a bottle in a paper bag
drinking songs all through the night
asleep with that guitar in my hands
stunned, stoned or straight

Goodness hides behind its gates
Bloodstream of the blues
in this mythical realm
of dizzy, portentous truth
A frosted silent place

Poet of night stones and the quick earth,
something calling to me to come in,
taste the dust.
A fearsome apparition –
the ghosts race towards the night

Sing something,
fully alive and revved up
Rebellion upturned…
Sing something,
beautiful, magical, upbeat, complete
voice and guitar, ringing the room
Je est un autre, je est un autre

Sourced from Chronicles: Volume One, Bob Dylan

About katemccarrollmoore

Kate Moore’s passion is literacy, and she serves as a mentor teacher and staff developer throughout the greater Bay Area. Kate served three terms as the City of San Ramon's Poet Laureate (2012-2018); she also teaches poetry writing workshops for children and adults. Kate holds a Doctorate in Educational Leadership for Social Justice from California State University, East Bay, an M.A. in Teacher Leadership from St. Mary’s and a B.A. in English Education from SUNY Albany. She and Bob Moore are the proud parents of four beautiful grown daughters, and the smitten grandparents of six beautiful children who fill them with hope for the future.
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2 Responses to In the Beginning

  1. Robert C. Moore says:

    Very good

    Sent from my iPhone


  2. Thom Hickey says:

    Thanks Kathy. Good sourcing! You may enjoy BD posts at the immortal jukebox. Regards .. Thom

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