How Low Is Renaissance

By Jack Joseph Smith

An acting straight citizen is driving - The work the citizen does is in coins That operate machines For human consumption and fun The place where the citizen must park is caverned ' Into an alley where beneath media concern Vision and sound have darkened their turn Death not on Heroin But of a copperhead A hot red copperhead Slashed by tempered ‘ice As the citizen who can't crystalize any more blues and whites Went willing into the wild along the wall Seeing strangely a citizen's soul go into the role of a Hyena And there at street phantom perception Rushed a deliberate monster From the citizen's bowels through the citizen's lungs Wailing in length the wordless animalistically formed into a-ye-ea! Wild enough to help The copperhead was spread with blood barely breathing While the assilants miraculously conceived of the citizen in cold distain And left nonchalantly the copperhead with the citizen accounting for the siren on the motor tin

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GPT

A narrative poem tracing a citizen's descent from mechanical, coin-operated civility into an alley where violence, drug culture, and an animal scream erupt from beneath the surface of urban life.

The poem builds through accumulating detail, from parking and machines to copperhead violence and an animalistic wail, staging the distance between civic surface and feral depth.

Claude

A street parable whose title asks 'How Low Is Renaissance' and answers in an alley. 'An acting straight citizen' whose 'work ... is in coins / That operate machines / For human consumption and fun' must park where, 'beneath media concern, / Vision and sound have darkened their turn.' There he meets a 'hot red copperhead,' watches his own 'soul / go into the role of a Hyena,' and looses 'a deliberate monster / From the citizen's bowels through the citizen's lungs / Wailing ... animalistically formed into a-ye-ea!' Assailants leave 'the copperhead with the citizen,' the scene closing on 'the siren on the motor tin.'

The pivotal phrase is 'acting straight citizen' - acting, not being - so the renaissance the title interrogates is not cultural rebirth but the eruption of what civic performance suppresses. The descent is literal and symbolic at once: down into a parking cavern 'beneath media concern,' where light, sound, and surveillance fail, the citizen's repressed animal ('Hyena') and the snake ('copperhead') meet, and the scream 'a-ye-ea!' is described as 'Wild enough to help' - violence presented, disturbingly, as a kind of vitality the daylight self lacks. The abandoned, barely breathing copperhead and the citizen left together, witnessed only by 'the siren on the motor tin,' refuse moral closure. The transcription carries OCR drift ('crystalize / any more blues and whites,' 'assilants'); I read the most damaged lines provisionally, but the alley-descent narrative is intact.