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By Jack Joseph Smith

Sight Ten thousand tongues and thoughts is not my loss It is my gain the stream of trouble through the brain Do not watch out for a city street Just look at the eyes that walk away Make them feel sorry that you are not frightened I am off the Coast of Oregon on a Cod long linging boat with Otis the Captain and Don the mate and see An Alaskian Cruze ship coming by with the hand rail gilted with waving hands and I say hey come see this and I hear Otic yell back don't you ever get off THE KNIFEMAN the deck and I hear Don in the off say oh he'll be SPIES OUT ON THE FLOOR down to eat allright Now I don't even read like a fool I don't do anything as well I put a seat up to wood with pulp and pen And become nothing that works

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"Sight" frames thought and language as gain, then moves through city eyes, an Oregon long-lining boat, cruise-ship spectators, shouted deck orders, and handwritten threats or stage-like annotations.

The handwritten additions make the page feel interrupted by another voice, especially around the deck scene. Sight becomes something gained through exposure, labor, humiliation, and the strange public theater of being watched.

Claude

Sight. Ten thousand tongues and thoughts is not my loss — my gain, the stream of trouble through the brain. Off the Coast of Oregon on a Cod long-lining boat with Otis the Captain and Don the mate. Alaskan Cruise ship gliding by with gilded hand rail; Otis yells don't you ever get off the deck. Now I don't even read like a fool — I put a sheet up to wood with pulp and pen and become nothing that works.