Page 156

By Jack Joseph Smith

ing under the Santa Monica Pier. There were old men and children too. Racked out they were; deep back up under the last poles. There were signs of making love; It was dark, but a lantern showed in the distance; At, the south end; someone had it together; thought, Prank- ster; His visions of worldly function were slight; Just; a little bit picked up along the way could make things feel tight; A simple lantern; doing the wick; hustling the kerosene; made a man's place in the world; On they walked smelling the fish, unfortunately mostly dead; not; just resting or breeding in the night away from the fishermen's eye. "When a fellow grows up in this town Prankster;, he walks into adolescence; and away from statesmanship; There is nothing to gain here; There is only the ab- surdity of the party; and the one night stand; that is never even nearly breathless; You ought to leave." "Me? Why do you stay? You have the breed to go to" "The human condition here got to my balls before it got to my mind, and now the L.A. madness has a clamp on my midsection tighter than the temptation of pure yellow sun, blue air; turquoise waves; perl sand, and shooting stars battling between animal life in the heavens."

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Under the Santa Monica Pier, Animal and Prankster move through lantern light, old men, children, fishermen, and a bitter exchange about why Prankster stays.

The page turns the beach into a social and bodily diagnosis. Its complaint is not simply moral: local life presses on the body before it reaches the mind, even while sun, air, waves, sand, and stars remain intensely tempting.

Claude

Walking 'under the Santa Monica Pier', they pass 'old men and children', 'signs of making love', and a far lantern where 'someone had it together' - a 'simple lantern; doing the wick; hustling the kerosene' that 'made a man's place in the world'. Animal's verdict on the town is bleak: a boy here 'walks into adolescence; and away from statesmanship', there is 'only the absurdity of the party; and the one night stand'. Asked why he stays, Animal confesses the 'L.A. madness has a clamp on my midsection' tighter than 'pure yellow sun, blue air; turquoise waves; perl sand'. This reading remains provisional because the page transcript is OCR-uncertain and handwriting still needs closer review.