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By Jack Joseph Smith

A POEM TO A PAINTER BEFORE: When I went to the calling that was the magic of this horror show I saw minds winding through darkest parts of the eternal currents into down below trailing upon twisted memories I went so slow on the screaming edge of my hanging lungs at the final moment when the last reded eye went into me and I caught a life in time to say I saw through men over knowledge as timeless with wisdom as an untouched tree after they had captured a brain and on scalpel sharp surgical stone cut it raw; IT ALL: When I see water-rolling white in the night within winding grays I think of the day that sank away to feelings-going on the flow of men's sounds carried alas on the stillness in time to where there would have been other men as Will could have gone beyond toward turning teacher into brother but thought of all the gravestones along the way and could I walk there pretending I never witnessed deep dread face of the spirit or what would I write after again to again the wine went dripping from my mouth walking from doors of closing taverns with tears running a down my-lines like fading colors of a worn out hobo's tie? HAPPENED:: Men among lost-men blessing man's soul in the wild of the black alley the world has yet to tally your understanding and consecrate lone agony in wreaths false wrapped round the tombs they place above you yet with art I deepen my own still passing beneath strength knowing movement gives not good leave with reply:

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GPT

Third pass of 'A POEM TO A PAINTER' (cf. pages 24, 58), retaining the BEFORE / IT ALL / HAPPENED structure.

This version works as a convergence point for the revision trio. It preserves the tripartite structure and the 'worn out hobo's tie' simile, making it useful for seeing how the poem stabilizes across repeated typings.

Claude

'A POEM TO A PAINTER' arranged under the tense headers 'BEFORE:', 'IT ALL:', and 'HAPPENED::', an elegy that fuses a painter's death to test whether art can outlast neglect and the grave.

Each section is one long unpunctuated rush, the syntax dragged 'into down below trailing upon / twisted memories' to enact descent. 'BEFORE' is a near-death vision on 'the screaming edge / of my hanging lungs,' watching a captured brain 'cut it raw'; 'IT ALL' floods into memory and doubt, the speaker asking 'could I walk / there pretending I never witnessed deep dread' as 'the wine went dripping from my mouth walking / from doors of closing taverns,' tears running 'down my-lines like fading colors of a worn out hobo's tie.' 'HAPPENED' turns to communal blessing -- 'Men among lost-men blessing man's soul' -- and to the failure of public honor, 'wreaths / false wrapped round the tombs,' against which the speaker sets the private vow 'with art I deepen my own.' The hobo's-tie simile binds the painter's faded colors to the book's vagrant identity. Spellings 'reded' and 'my-lines' are kept as written.