In A Station

Richard Manuel and friends

Once I walked through the halls of a station

Someone called your name

In the street I heard children laughing

They all sound the same

Wonder, could you ever know me

Know the reason why I live

Is there nothing you can show me

Life seems so little to give

Once I climbed up the face of a mountain

And ate the wild fruit there

Fell asleep until the moonlight woke me

And I could taste your hair

Isn't everybody dreaming!

Then the voice I hear is real

Out of all the idle scheming

Can't we have something to feel

Once upon a time leaves me empty

Tomorrow never came

I could sing the sound of your laughter

Still I don't know your name

Must be some way to repay you

Out of all the good you gave

If a rumour should delay you

Love seems so little to save


--Richard Manuel

Tears of Rage

Richard Manuel and Bob Dylan

We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day,
And now you'd throw us all aside
And put us on our way.
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so,
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, "No"?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so alone
And life is brief.

We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand,
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand.
Now, I want you to know that while we watched,
You discover there was no one true.
Most ev'rybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief.

It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe.
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse.
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief.


--Bob Dylan Copyright ©1968; renewed 1996 Dwarf Music

abingdon fair

steel glimpse

concrete grip slipping

extinction in effigy

scurrying

target

shelter

burnt paper sandwich

palate teeth tonguetip

sick hungry hangover stink

of cheap hydrocarbon foods

condiments

vinegar

brown sauce

in the rain

better hungry

tea and cake

fag ends in the gutter

run

later

sun

lime leaves are hearts

they yellow and fall

--words and photo by DTH

in summerwind

gypsy twin

sister plucked from plains of high old summer

mythic childhood space

one day or three

a school year touched

some stretching slim

young animal's awkward grace

and gilded hair on limb

sun-kindled halo crowned

each on each

sun-burnished tint

a mirror in a mirror

Karen and Carrie, Mary

girls of summer

passed into the reach

of memory's summer garden

tended in age

stroked into relief

in every newborn summer's

griefless grief

--words and monoprint by DTH

revised moon

this wound

that will not spill but thrills still

and dry

awaits the moon

a girl awaits

the blood that will not come

the mouth is closed

the sun

too soon wound round

in cloud awakes no song

no hue

the child is overdue

--words and photocollage by DTH

"i am a seed in the slippery, silent, blind, breathless dark.
i have no nose or mouth, ears or eyes to see. just a skin
of satin black and a secret green dream deep inside."

Masson - Minotaure