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By Jack Joseph Smith

The View Didn't I see It Wasn't it everything Across my bones I lay and watch But that isn't seeing Crushed like little life That is a comfort Squarming weedless Civilization, beginning with being empty Force took me From one plaze To another If I were younger I would not Take me there Anymore

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page reduces seeing to something bodily and exhausted, as if vision itself has become another burden of civilization.

The poem moves from perception to emptiness very quickly. Its plain diction makes the final refusal of being taken anywhere anymore feel earned rather than dramatic.


Claude

'The View' questions whether watching ever amounted to seeing: 'Didn't I see It / Wasn't it everything / Across my bones / I lay and watch / But that isn't seeing.' Perception turns bodily and diminishing -- 'Crushed like little life / That is a comfort / Squarming weedless' (the typed 'Squarming' preserved) -- and the poem indicts the larger order, 'Civilization, / beginning with being empty.' Agency is external: 'Force took me / From one plaze / To another,' where the scan-backed 'plaze' is kept verbatim. The flat closing refusal -- 'If I were younger / I would not / Take me there / Anymore' -- reads as exhausted rather than defiant, a quiet retraction of any future journeys. The double-spaced one-line stacking makes each statement land as a separate small verdict on a life of being moved without choosing.