Page 117

By Jack Joseph Smith

Escondito If I cross time, and do it fast Don't I expect to be in the same place The look in the eyes, the wavering for the kill, or maybe for a beer I question being along, difficult as a drum lead; it is not music: Rather a walk,, and the familiarity with strangeness, that has nothing to do with you, while your life, has everything to do with it.

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The poem moves through time, place, wavering eyes, possible violence, beer, music, and walking, ending by insisting that the speaker's life has everything to do with itself.

The corrected transcript makes the page's restless logic clearer. Its central turn is the preference for a walk and familiarity with strangeness over music or performance.

Claude

Escondido (sic — Escondito). Crossing time fast — expect to be in the same place. The wavering look for the kill or maybe a beer. Rejects drum-lead song-structures; prefers a walk and the familiarity with strangeness. Your life has everything to do with itself.