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By Jack Joseph Smith

Big Sur like a dream In 64 all were Robin without using the bow The Beattle's groupe had done struck it, and I know Sinatra's little Nortra Dama group just loved it No one knew how far it would lead The It was just a sissy just fine My Big Sur-Hot Springs dishing washing job was done and it was one hour before being bartenter I'd drifted with some sheek ladies But the one I liked was middle class I married her later after I drawn her away from cooking for them AS I WAS firEd But in the immediate way we walked through the Prankster's & Ken Kesie Bus. He was just flattering a bunch of rich kids from outside New York somewhere like Scarsdale But Kesy was firm then, he certainly did't want to take on anybody else Little Susen had a lot of knowledge She blushed in the bus so I left I remember kesies shoulders being like a hocky net so low and wide were they in his stoop wanting my intrusion to leave would not have had to support EYES And no one has ever given Kesie a dime A bit upset I drafted out my 22 or so direction to Susan as we came down the iron rivit stares of that lousy painted bus "Get back to your kitchen (she had none) or to your sea (large cliffs down)" Tend' in bar never appealed to me, but boy before Eshlon, Mike Murphy really let be drink I really can't remember if it was my day off, or I just skipped everything in front of everybodys face The swimming was just being set below The Pinkink banker Jau Fue was dancing the concrete to completion I appoligize Jou Fue; I need your Huxley history to be publisheded for my family It wasn't a hole, and it wasn't a revein, it was the first cavern I'd even seen. He some hpw just came from there , and Jou Fues place was the biggest hat you could thatch like that. Right past the peaze in your mind above scarred barry weeds who knew about beginns seeweed now offthe sand (I guess it's touch to be a poet) Cassady was on the balcony Not to much biilt then but it even had screens I sware we had black bavarr for an hour

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The speaker recalls work at Big Sur, a relationship and encounters around a Prankster bus, Kesie and a hot-springs setting, ending with Cassady on a balcony and memories of a gathering.

The speaker recounts feeling unwelcome and mixes admiration with resentment toward named people. The page uses both Susen and Susan, and work and social status recur in the account. The inserted firEd has an uncertain attachment, so it does not settle how the job ended. Dense revisions limit details; the narrative does not establish the encounters as biography.

Claude

A dense typed and revised memoir-poem: 'Big Sur like a dream / In 64 all were Robin / without using the bow'. The speaker's 'dishing washing job / was done', and a handwritten insertion after 'from cooking for them' reads 'AS I WAS firEd'; a visit to 'the Prankster's & Ken Kesie Bus' leaves the speaker feeling unwelcome. Scenes at the hot springs follow, ending 'I sware we had black bavarr for an hour'.

The page catalogs famous and half-famous figures through a worker's sidelong view, mixing admiration and resentment ('And no one has ever given Kesie a dime'). The inserted 'AS I WAS firEd' is read from the letterforms, but how it attaches to the sentence about cooking stays provisional, so the page does not settle exactly how the job ended. The aside '(I guess it's touch to be a poet)' admits the strain of turning this material into poetry. These are the narrator's claims, not checked history.