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By Jack Joseph Smith

THE ALMOST IN LITERATURE do you hear with sick stomach I drink beer lining my belly of a worm i sink to think to quit my days in forty bottles with the pittsburgh woman singing radio hungarian near the wide distance of the bookshelf impossible to repeat

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A failed literary self is reduced to nausea, beer, repetition, and one distant scene that cannot be recovered in language.

The title promises literature, but the body gives a sick stomach, worm-like drinking, and days counted in bottles. The Pittsburgh woman singing radio Hungarian near the bookshelf feels like the kind of charged detail a writer would want to preserve, yet the poem ends by admitting it is impossible to repeat. That failure gives the piece its force: memory exists, but art cannot quite hold it.

Claude

'The Almost In Literature': sick-stomach beer drinking near a Hungarian radio and a bookshelf that is 'impossible to repeat'.

The poem's title is the whole gag — what happens here is 'almost' literature and will not admit more. The speaker isn't writing, he's sinking; the bookshelf at the end is a standard the drink has already lost to. The Pittsburgh woman singing Hungarian adds a second almost — a song translated twice, ending far from its origin.