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When Carl Sandburg met Bob Dylan:
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Carl Sandburg and Bob Dylan:
I was just reading an interesting chronology of Bob Dylan's first tour, made in a station wagon, during which he met Carl Sandburg, written by Anthony Scaduto.
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"Later that morning they were on the road again, Clayton driving, Dylan studying the map: rCLHendersonville, North Carolina,rCY he said. rCLYou gotta take this highwayrCY rCo shoving the map in front of Clayton rCo rCLand right outside Hendersonville is where he has his place, Flat Rock. ThatrCOs where he lives.rCY
"They entered Flat Rock late that afternoon, pulled up to a gas station. Dylan jumped out of the car. rCLWhererCOs Carl SandburgrCOs place?rCY he asked the tall gangling mountain man in coveralls. rCLYou know, the poet.rCY The mountain man considered that for a while. rCLYou mean Sandburg the goat farmer?rCY he asked..."
rCLNo, I mean Sandburg the poet.rCY
rCLDonrCOt know about no poet. ThererCOs a Sandburg has a goat farm. Wrote a book on Lincoln. Little guy. Littler than you, even. If thatrCOs the one, take this road two miles up there, turn left after the little bridge, canrCOt miss it if yourCOre sober.rCY
"Stoned, they didnrCOt miss it. They pulled up to the farm house and knocked on the door. A small, bearded, wizened man came out..."
rCLYourCOre Carl Sandburg,rCY Dylan said, not asking. rCLIrCOm Bob Dylan. IrCOm a poet, too.rCY
rCLHow nice,rCY Sandburg said, his smile saying another kid who wants to be a poet. But he tried to be gracious and said, rCLCome, sit a while.rCY Mrs. Sandburg joined them, smiling but not saying anything..."
rCLIrCOve written some songs, Mr. Sandburg,rCY Dylan said. rCLI know Woody Guthrie, herCOs very sick in a hospital, he talked about you a lot. Got some songs here IrCOd appreciate you listening to.rCY He handed Sandburg one of the albums and the poet took it and said, rCLThatrCOs wonderful,rCY but it was clear he was simply being polite. They chatted awhile, Dylan rambling on about folk music, and his own songs and poems, and subtly telling Sandburg he was a young poet and Sandburg should recognize him because he recognized Sandburg as an older poet. And Sandburg smiled at this scruffy kid promoting his album, hyping himself as a poet, Sandburg polite but not particularly interested..."
"After about ten minutes Dylan said, rCLWell, gotta go. Nice meeting you,rCY and he turned and skipped down the steps and into the car. His entourage piled in after him and they drove off, quickly, Dylan slouching down in the front seat, very quiet, staring straight ahead. Someone handed him a joint and he puffed deeply and said nothing. He was obviously annoyed at his encounter with Sandburg, hurt that the poet had never heard of him..." -Anthony Scaduto
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