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By Jack Joseph Smith

(There is no humor here. I can not even be Will Rogers as the Great Dictator. I can not shown my talents for a last smile. I can not take my mus- tash off, when there is no hair above my lip. Look at them. They are dead and want to kill. I see that. Nowhere is an end, and this is a place a long way away from "I only know what I read in the newspapers. No Charley, no Will; no humor. A director though. No actors yet. Train them. Put them through the word improv- isation. No way moon. Is that right? Star don't question the lost. Show the way. Make of me a ship. Make of me better a sea that drowns others. But if these gangsters can float? Then let them. But hey are drunk and have removed the salt from their bodies. The heads move; the rocks stay still, but act like a whip for their sound, while there caress of the wind makes that force a principle of how things into turn no longer a secret...

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The speaker denies having humor, invokes Will Rogers and the Great Dictator, takes up a director's role with no actors yet, and calls for training through improvisation.

The speaker imagines becoming a ship or a sea that drowns others, then addresses gangsters, moving heads, still rocks and wind. The monologue connects imagined performance with images of drowning.

Claude

A typed monologue opens '(There is no humor here' and turns to direction: 'A director though. No / actors yet. Train them.' It reaches for 'Make of me a ship. Make of me / better a sea that drowns others.'

The speaker moves between self-mockery about comedy and a commanding stance toward 'these gangsters'. The handwritten 'into' above the last row has no clear place in the sentence.