I'm Not There.2007

[first lines]

Narrator:
There he lies. God rest his soul, and his rudeness. A devouring public can now share the remains of his sickness, and his phone numbers. There he lay: poet, prophet, outlaw, fake, star of electricity. Nailed by a peeping tom, who would soon discover...

Jude:
A poem is like a naked person...

Narrator:
- even the ghost was more than one person.

Arthur:
...but a song is something that walks by itself.