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By Jack Joseph Smith

laughing again, and their cracked smiles remembered to him his comfort in debauchery. He remembered now how he had lost himself in their grin. How laughter was not at, but to. How it came across removing none of him. Though he had been drunk and lost, he still retained in his mind the trance he had been in; how ceiling lamps and fans had swirled kerosene lit old worlds in flickers against the turning carved wood. Suddenly his senses went down crashing, as his fore- head had done then. Sharp against the planked floor he had hit spilling at the crack of temple the wild liquid over the thick soaking wood. Immediately he had risen like a complete American to save the spirits Immediately he had risen as an American intent to save the spirits. Across the world; twenty six shots in all. In his mind now he was moving through these bodied faces that appeared as a blob. Like a childs dream their connected flesh was a literal heavy sen- sation; At the door he was more into distinction now than he had been then; Outside the cafe he had stumbled toward a late model chevy still somewhat shinny, and taken care of. He hadn't noticed the high thin window then, but it became a frame in his mind now; Inlong- gated necks topped eyes on the upended strings of face- less tissues Each eye was a single socket abandoned of its twin. They watched behind the glass as he went to

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GPT

Laughter, drunken collapse, spilled liquor, and watching faces turn a debauched memory into a scene of self-recovery.

What matters here is the distinction between being laughed at and being laughed toward. The page suggests that humiliation can become a strange kind of belonging before it tilts back into spectacle, memory, and the watched body.

Claude

Laughter, drunken collapse, spilled liquor, and watching faces turn a debauched memory into near-reverence. The page uses comedy to get at tenderness.