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By Jack Joseph Smith
By Jack Joseph Smith
Original Scan
AI Interpretation
This autobiographical wandering page catalogs labor, Cuba, insects, poetry, villages, alcohol, and television animals as part of one restless generational life.
The cleaned transcript makes the accumulation steadier. The sheer breadth of reference is the point: the page wants a life to feel improvised, worldly, and morally mixed.
A breathless autobiographical catalog that piles a whole improvised life into one breath: war 'under the Southerrn Cross', hoboing and laying block, a 'study of insects', the University of Arizona, and a love of Cuba for which 'I gave up a boat / for those guys, and a girl I think'. The most charged line turns the work itself into legend - 'I've seen poetry on fire, / and I put it out; just for / the generations' - and the catalog keeps its moral edge mixed: a proud refusal in a 'negro village' to 'tell them where I'd beem', set beside 'three solid years' of 'watching / animal shows while drinking that Vocka' and the flat afterthought 'Had one kid;'. The misspellings and run-on momentum are the texture of a life told faster than it can be tidied.