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By Jack Joseph Smith

Ya" Got To Get Up As good as the old country hogs Or the hawk’s that are onthe city streets toos you have to listen Forget about a pad dream; of course . | a nightmear is differant, grief is pure I don*t care if they hear me, a window AY . pane, refelecting nothing at all, the here ware sees through wave it wants as a good old cat in the corner,. wining does WAY Yo 1 frie not mean that I VHILN LOU, wher BIS WK I was barely young they woyld all Come », now know one woulds so get up and write = Silevt & A line,, be careful,, and do it/slow as if it is innthe wilderness and remember at night vig That is why you wake up

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Ya Got To Get Up turns hogs, hawks, a blank windowpane, and a corner cat into a harsh instruction to wake, grieve cleanly, and write with wilderness caution.

Country hogs and city hawks collapse different worlds into the same command: listen. The poem keeps sorting bad dream, nightmare, and grief, insisting that grief is the pure thing among them. Writing becomes an act of survival, something done slowly and warily because the night has already stripped away the crowd that once came.

Claude

'Ya' Got To Get Up': hawks on city streets and country hogs as listening gauges; bad dream distinct from nightmare; window of ware reflecting nothing; 'get up and write / a line, be careful, and do it slow as if it is in the wilderness.'