Untitled ("Clean as a Georgia gallon it is gone")

By Jack Joseph Smith

Clean as a Georgia gallon it is gone So I had lost advertising, bad and done With the way of war and wonder went; we stood alone Ensuring truth wasn't dirt again next to swamp It was the hideous and the blessed making music While in the eye of the storm nothing thinks twice And to read or write would only last as esoteric Think as low as you can to find difficult When craft is for rhyme with reason as a trick Through jungles we said yes through halls we said no And can one find a better look at verse Suddenly as Castro dumping children in a cockfight Dire is a point in roundhouse or castle square Madness always makes a difference, at least upside down

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GPT

The poem treats art, war, and public madness as parts of the same storm, asking how verse survives inside spectacle and damage.

Claude

This untitled poem opens with the vernacular boast 'Clean as a Georgia gallon it is gone' and moves through loss ('I had lost advertising, bad and done') into a meditation on whether 'to read or write' has any standing amid 'war and wonder'. It answers itself in the act: against the storm where 'nothing thinks twice', the speaker insists craft is real even when 'craft is for rhyme with reason as a trick', and lands on the wry verdict that 'Madness always makes a difference, at least upside down'.

The poem is an argument about the worth of verse conducted entirely in verse, so its existence is its proof. It stages writing as something that survives by standing inside the wreckage rather than above it - 'the hideous and the blessed making music' together, 'in the eye of the storm' where reflection is suspended. The strange line 'Suddenly as Castro dumping children in a cockfight' jolts the abstraction back toward brutal public spectacle, the same violent stage on which the speaker's quieter act of writing has to compete. The opening regional idiom keeps all of this from floating off into pure rhetoric: the gallon, the swamp, the cockfight, the 'roundhouse or castle square' give the philosophy a coarse, grounded body.