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By Jack Joseph Smith

When the trains brought me back with Johnny Cash When I decided to come back after living past the death date of Jesus I had seen through my failure with cocktails with reasons I knew could hold middle age together on a lonely drop of joy given red wine Paul had a fortess of stone Strong as any man of rock had ever covered with ivy I had weakened for the camera because Hollywood was the place where the world might see my inner nuiance of fame Not understanding that the world is not supposed to care if there is to be money made in entertainment And isn't it strange through the night, when I view Paul and a family up on a Hill, I realize he

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This page reads as a self-questioning return fragment, opening with trains and Johnny Cash before moving through cocktails, red wine, fame, money in entertainment, and a damaged recollection of Paul.

The speaker recalls returning after pursuing fame through Hollywood and drinking. He looks toward Paul and his family on a hill, but the surviving line I realize he stops before stating what he understands. Smith drafted several continuations around it. Their insertion order remains uncertain, so this reading does not supply a conclusion.


Claude

Under the handwritten heading 'When the trains brought me back / with Johnny Cash', the speaker decides to return 'after living past the death date of Jesus', having 'seen through my failure with cocktails' and 'weakened for the camera' in Hollywood, while Paul 'had a fortess of stone'. The typed draft breaks off at 'when I view Paul and a family up on a Hill, / I realize he', with pencil and ink rewrites of the ending crowding the rest of the page.

The poem sets the speaker's chase for fame against Paul's rooted, family-bound life, and it admits plainly that 'the world is not supposed to care' about an actor's 'inner nuiance of fame'. Its unfinished last line and layered revisions show the author still searching for how to name what he sees in Paul. The tone is confessional and tired rather than bitter.