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By Jack Joseph Smith

Preperations are being made for the train. The cats will go to the streams. The dogs will go to farms along with the furnature. The wine will go to the fishermen, while it is known that the canning will be stolen. The paintings will go to Los Angeles, but the books will be packed. I will take what is on my back; my wife Jo will have her long cotton and short tweed. And as we have never bought anything, the house will be sold out from under our feet. In Western Oregon it is autum time stretching to still the Willimatte Valley with the Willimatte River twisting long through the farms. For the moment, sometimes moments that consider life- times, John Bonne sees the coastal range, rich with Douglas Fur that likes mist to be distant rather than on life for work and money. Who is that thing or being who makes thought without form? The land from what has happened in the turned crop fields and the gardens of women and the orchards airplane, drug, and religious people see streight lines curve

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

A train departure inventory distributes cats, dogs, furniture, wine, paintings, books, clothing, and the house itself before returning to the Willamette landscape.

The page turns leaving into a ledger of dispersal, then folds that domestic breakup back into Oregon's fields, mist, and curved orchard lines. Its question about thought without form makes the departure philosophical as well as practical.

Claude

With everything distributed - cats, dogs, wine, furniture, paintings, books - the train departure for Pittsburgh is finally underway, with the Willamette Valley seen one last time through John Bonne's eyes.

The renaming here from Dooling to 'John Bonne' is unexplained and probably a manuscript draft variation. The final meditation - who is that thing or being who makes thought without form, asked against the landscape of curved orchards - suggests the departure has opened an inquiry about identity and thought that Oregon had been holding back.