We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Dylan's Visions of Johanna is one of his many masterpieces, in my opinion. You cannot really absorb the flavor of the song unless you have lived in NYC, used the subways, and lived in non-comfortable quarters and old lofts where the heat pipes cough.
The version on Blonde on Blonde is excellent. This is an acoustic live performance from 1966, just audio.
Masterpiece? Well, bird dog, just this once, and only this once, you have finally, triumphing over your many obvious shortcoming, sins, arrest record, and misbegotten affairs with a host of poxed barnyard animals, gotten something right.
Go forth my son and sin no more.
Today is the first day of the rest of your strife.
About once a week I go to a site that has all the Dylan Lyrics. I pick three or four randomly and read. I have found many people there - Pound, Elliot, Bennett Cerf, Dante, Roger Williams, James Joyce and some I can't place. I haven't really ever been into poetry. I've probably missed a lot because of that. Somehow I don't feel deprived. Dylan gives me all of them.