Alcohol Sweetens The Terror

By Jack Joseph Smith

Alcohol sweetens the terror of being alive in a Universe that has no ending to come. The beauty of the animal, the beauty of man, the beauty of the plantlife, even the beauty of the crazy-seas, is that possibility exists in seeing it before some kind of mind takes it on. After the iron is forged the space-ship is lost. After the fuel is spent it rests in the Earth's dust. All the while if we glow our star will follow the ship we made. Beyond the drugs we take, we will forgive ourselves for the plan we daily promise ourselves not to keep. A Bottom Poem, Or Going Down... Does Seek

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A sprawling poem that moves from alcohol as a buffer against existential terror through the beauty of animals, seas, and plant life, to spent fuel resting in dust and the daily promises we make ourselves not to keep.

The poem's subtitle ('A Bottom Poem, Or Going Down') signals its willingness to descend into despair while still cataloguing the beauty visible on the way down.

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The opening line is a thesis the rest of the poem both proves and undermines — alcohol sweetens the terror, yes, but the beauty of the animal, the sea, the plant is visible precisely because the terror is already there. The spent spaceship resting in earth's dust becomes the poem's central figure: ambition exhausted, fuel gone, but the glow of the star still following the ship we made.

The subtitle — 'A Bottom Poem, Or Going Down' — names the poem's direction honestly. What makes it more than despair is the insistence on beauty as something that exists before the mind claims it, in the gap between seeing and interpretation.