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By Jack Joseph Smith

the cliche of white on white collared White's out on the town for Black sauced spaareribs; As Black people throughout the United States are classified "liver's of life" through the White's image of ro- mantic body form, so European's in Los Angeles had the image of intellectual through an accent dis- tantly classic, Marie was not an intellectual, but the music from Jiven Joe's sharpened her face from the sad-dream before the moment when his shack was silent. Now abruptly through seconds of suspended quiet, came sharp spun sounds from a record of Hard-Rock. Under it she managed her mind to view the children so soluble in their evening dance away from mother to allowence. The boys and men, the young girls of mistress ages and the little one's of same sex too in waiting moved under the non-intellectual, though understanding eyes of Marie seated upon her stoop. The young woemen would pick up on the little girl needs, and string them out to the sweetness of six- teen. Lipstick was one thing, but with Wineweedwine tin sips and passes they would be soothed surely for folly. The mother's on the other side of glass or air, had not made love the day long, the week longer, a month would due; Nohusbandwomen; she looked for a softness; A spun reality was sometimes just as fine, though not finished. Maybe the chase of cops and

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Marie observes race, music, children, mothers, girls, wine, and unmet desire as one charged evening scene, turning Hart Street into a social and sexual theatre.

The page is sharp and unsentimental in what it notices. Racialized fantasy, European self-image, children, lipstick, wine, sexual fatigue, and hard-rock noise all move through the same evening, making Hart Street feel intimate and historically loaded. This reading remains provisional because the right-margin handwriting and clipped bottom line still need follow-up.


Claude

Marie observes the street as a stage of mothers, daughters, race, desire, and evening looseness. The page belongs to her watching, not to anyone she watches.