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By Jack Joseph Smith

Now there is the music of Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band, as we move in consintrated care to be closer to the man as he is running to be with his dog. With the fade out of music we are there in front of the man's face, and we know the dog is dead as the man yells hard, "GOD DAMN YOU WHITE TRASH," as we twist, then pull away from the last of the dog Beefheart's blood and breathing to swing our sight across the eastern bank of the river in search of some possible assassin, but find no human life at all. Coming back west across the river the geese are flapping then floating with their quacking quiting out from the danger they know so well. And quickly we are tracking the man walking with the limp redded dog in his arms through unkept fruit trees wild with quince and prune. His boots crack the undergrowth, his mind sways through the bat vines, until he stops at a cluster of graves that are opened from the branches to streams of mid-afternoon sun light. A shovel rests against a tree trunk. He lays the dog down, and reaching for the shovel, we move around the graves growing with the impression of (this has all happened before) until at the first of his digging the way ran your own way he says, "god damn you Beefheart you always is why I'll always love you, And anyway we sailed with the geese when the ponds were steep and smooth!" We are moving up into the air away from him, and when from above we see him coming out of the last growth of trees, we know the burial is done. but for the howling sounds of more dogs

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Captain Beefheart's music accompanies the burial of the dog Beefheart, moving from the dead dog and possible assassin to graves, a shovel, a grieving speech, and the sound of more dogs.

The page splices soundtrack notation with film direction and elegy. The handwritten additions intensify the burial scene: the man speaks directly to Beefheart, remembers sailing with geese, and the final sound of more dogs keeps grief from closing neatly.

Claude

The narrative pauses for the speaker to introduce himself as John Dooling, describe his nearly-blind wife Jo, and recount the five Oregon years following their L.A. origins in the high sixties.

This page breaks the film-script convention by having the narrator step forward and name himself. The introduction of real-sounding names and personal medical history - Jo's blindness, the abortion, the hallucination diagnosis - creates a layer of confessional memoir beneath the cinematic apparatus. The L.A. origin story (LSD, construction trash hauls, brown rice) reads as a compressed history of an entire countercultural generation's attempt to build something.