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By Jack Joseph Smith

It Was all Hindu The slapped concrete wound like a mixeing lariat Along the Hollywood hills down from Temple St. to Beachwood Bulvd; loss of wit and family too I had not direction except that I felt hoollywood as my home, while the guy who had turned me on to my studio told me to walk on down to talk On the way I pased a mosque and thought that's him the first of us seems Explicade among the stars we are blinded, so as the last of us in to make footstaps are only history

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The speaker recalls Hollywood hills, a studio connection and mosque, then joins blinded stars with footstaps as history.

This draft revisits material on the preceding page without proving a real route or encounter. The overwritten opening metaphor remains unsettled.

Claude

A second state of 'It Was all Hindu' routes the material through Los Angeles: 'The slapped concrete wound like a mixeing lariat / Along the Hollywood hills down from Temple St.', a speaker who 'felt hoollywood / as my home', and a walk where 'I pased a mosque and thought that's him'.

The cosmic refrain returns as 'Explicade among the stars we are blinded, so as' and ends 'to make footstaps are only history'; the interline phrases 'the first of us seems' and 'the last of us in' are kept where they sit, and their exact insertion points remain provisional. The route is the poem's, not a verified itinerary.