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By Jack Joseph Smith

Mubste Distbuling Company “Exclusive Wurlitzer and U.S. Billiards Distributors” 2001 FIFTH AVENUE PITTSBURGH, PA 15219 Phone: (412) 281-1745 So for seyen days We rode on engine saile toward Fijg@v Across ‘that Capricorn sea- lew lew IF , - ae Fn rR SEAS OM - Giants were dying on-that dung © (Ao ts hier 3 dows and we were worms seeing it done For after-hitting port: There came a report Bhat.the "HelliShip Trangie" id hit the front page- and still the architectural man. Would grip a further war to wage’ I had gotten off the ship Unknown malariae in my ‘head ° And to make the trip a delightful yarn I would beat down the best: In American drinking contest: Hero hilt never bent to scorn kKueNlE | and while my knees beast not to australian: beer: fnd sheerluck won the Indian wrestling match And although the moon was -nice:acroos ‘the. balcony: of my spinning accomplishment 'of center mam That from bow to stern the midneight blacks For no-quid at allicounting pence And a meallof mutten small Were tall. bronze: carrying shit:to sea: From the five holes down I believed we had conquered: Yet still I let myself be sheltered: In the youthful deep of a fifty mile jungle: By earrings and a mouth and nose so huge= They could turn me into a women” The ride out I think was by taxie The ride back: was by a school bus: Next was:the hotel: of Indian Bue servants: Next was the refusing of food< Then there was absolute huklucinatiom It took place above the fine bed cloth toward the cantopy:’ Yet for five days I clung to the ways of dizzy tea at noon Before I had layed ‘down: into the tempting world of beautiful sickness When frozen in midair I realized I had lost my chance to dream: And so broke my will’ | | , | 0 And began to wander in space toward “the-men's room:

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The page pushes the voyage onward into fever, drinking, hallucination, and physical collapse after the shipboard passage.

What stands out is the way bravado keeps giving way to sickness. Beer contests, jungle adventure, and sexual fantasy all collapse into malaria, dizziness, and the loss of the chance to dream. The page feels committed to the rough glamour of ordeal, but it also shows that ordeal breaking the body.

Claude

The voyage pushes onward seven days toward Fiji on engine and sail across the Capricorn sea, the Hellship Trangie hits the Sydney front page, and the narrator peels off into a malarial port interlude: American drinking contests, Indian wrestling, a fifty-mile jungle brothel run by taxi and school bus, and five days of hallucination toward the canopy before the will breaks. Port rescues nothing, it just changes the flavor of the sickness.