I don't understand Bob Dylan. Maybe that's how it should be: something that fascinates is something that does not have to be, or cannot be, understood. I read Dylan's book of poetry, Tarantula, which he wrote in 1966 when he was twenty-five. In it, words move not like letters, not like vessels of meaning, but as sound, in their repetition, consonants, emphasis, and syllable length:
mother say go in…
Two weeks have passed, and the cargo ship MV Ever Judger has not left the waters of Balikpapan Bay in East Kalimantan. This ship, which sails under the flag of Panama, should have set sail on March 30, leaving Balikpapan with a cargo of 74,000 tons of coal, headed for Lumut, Perak, Malaysia. The captain had been authorized to leave by the port authority.