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"Am I interrupting?"
"It's okay," I said
"We... |
30th July 2010, 10:27 |
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"Am I interrupting?"
"It's okay," I said
"We missed you this morning
"The contract's a bunny-hugVery little to -bleep-
withIt says you and the gallery split right down
the middle, but I'm gonna cap thatFifty-fifty
shall not live after gross sales reach a quartermil
Once you pass that point, the split goes to
sixty-forty, your favor
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"Wireman, I'll never sell a quarter of a million
dollars' worth of paintings!"
"I'm hoping they'll feel exactly the same way,
muchacho, which is why I'm also going to propose
that the split goes to seventy-thirty at half a
million
"Plus a handjob from Miss Florida," I said feeblyThe other thing is this one-hundred-andeighty-
day termination clauseIt ought to be
ninetyI don't foresee a problem there, but I
think it's tiffany cross interestingThey're afraid some big
New York gallery is going to swoop down and carry
you off
"Anything else about the contract I should know?"
"Nope, and I sense you want to get back to work
I'll get in touch with MrYoshida about these
changes
"Any change in your vision?"
"No, amigoWish I could say there wasBut you
keep painting
I was taking the phone away from my ear when he
said, "Did you happen to see the news this
morning?"
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"No, never turned it onWhy?"
"County coroner says Candy Brown died of
congestive heart failureJust thought you'd like
to knowIt was a slow go but far from a no go
Wireman swam into existence around the window
where his brain swam on the GulfIt was a younger
Wireman than the one in the photos clipped to the
sides of my easel, but that was okay; I fendi spy consulted
them less and less, and on the third day I took
them down altogetherI didn't need them anymore
Still, I painted the way I supposed most other
artists painted: as if it were a job instead of
some speed-trip insanity that came and went in
spasmsI did it with the radio on, now always
tuned to The Bone
On the fourth day, Wireman brought me a revised
contract and told me I could signHe said
Nannuzzi wanted to photograph my paintings and
make slides for a lecture at the Selby Library in
Sarasota in mid-March, a month before my show
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openedThe lecture, Wireman said, would be
attended by sixty or seventy art patrons from the
Tampa-Sarasota areaI told him fine and signed
the contract
Dario came out that afternoonI was impatient for
him to click his pix and be chanel bags collection gone so I could go
back to workMostly to make conversation, I asked
him who would be giving the lecture at the Selby
Library
Dario looked at me with one eyebrow cocked, as if
I had made a joke"The one person in the world
who is now conversant with your work," he said"I can't give a lecture! I don't
know anything about art!"
He swept his arm at the paintings, which Jack and
two part-timers from the Scoto were going to crate
and transport to Sarasota the following weekThey
would remain crated, I assumed, in the storage
area at the back of the gallery, until just before
the show opened"These say different, my friend
"Dario, these people know stuff! They've taken
courses! I'll bet most of them were art majors,
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for Christ's sake! What do you want me to rolex vintage women's watch do,
stand up there and say duh?"
"That's pretty much what Jackson Pollock did when
he talked about his workAnd
it made him rich Dario came over to me and took
me by the stumpVery few
people will touch the stump of a limb; it's as if
they believe, down deep, that amputation might be
catching"Listen, my friend, these are important
peopleNot just because they have money, but
because they're interested in new artists and each
one knows three more who feel the sameAfter the
lecture - your lecture - the talk will startThe
kind of talk that almost always turns into that
magical thing called 'buzz'"
He paused, twiddling the strap of his camera and
smiling a little
"All you have to do is talk about how you began,
and how you grew-"
"Dario, I don't know how I grew!"
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It has TEEF!
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That word - TEEF! - was still... |
29th July 2010, 17:30 |
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It has TEEF!
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That word - TEEF! - was still ringing in my head
when I sat up with a cold puddle of October
moonlight in my lapI was trying to scream and
producing only a series of silent gaspsMy heart
was thunderingI reached for the bedside lamp and
mercifully avoided knocking it on the floor,
although once it was on, I saw that I'd pushed the
base halfway out over the dropThe clock-radio
claimed it was 3:19 AM
I swung my legs out of bed and reached for the
phoneIf you really need me, call me, Kamen had
saidAny time, day or nightAnd if his number
had been in the bedroom phone's memory, I probably
would'veBut as reality re-asserted itself - chanel jumbo flap the
cottage by Lake Phalen, not the house in Mendota
Heights, no croaking voice downstairs - the urge
passed
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Reba the Anger-Management Doll in the Boston
rocker, and grown to the size of an actual child
Well, why not? I had been angry, although at Mrs
Fevereau rather than at poor Gandalf, and I had no
idea what toothy frogs had to do with the price of
beans in BostonThe real question, it seemed to
me, was about Monica's dogHad I killed Gandalf,
or had he just expired?
Or maybe the question was why I'd been so hungry
afterwardMaybe that was the question
"I took him in my arms," I whispered
Your arm, you mean, because now one is all you've
got
But my omega seamaster gold memory was taking him in my arms, plural
Channeling my anger
(it was RED)
away from that foolish woman with her cigarette
and cell phone and somehow back into myself, in
some kind of crazy closed looptaking him in my
armssurely a hallucination, but yes, that was
my memory
Taking him in my arms
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Cradling his neck with my left elbow so I could
strangle him with my right hand
Strangle him and put him out of his misery
I slept shirtless, so it was easy to look at my
stumpI only had to turn my headI could wiggle
it, but not much moreI did that a couple of
times, and then I looked up at the ceilingMy
heartbeat was slowing a little
"The dog died of his cartier ronde injuries," I said
An autopsy would confirm that
Except no one did autopsies on dogs that died
after being crushed to bones and jelly by Hummers
driven by careless, distracted women
I looked at the ceiling and I wished this life was
overThis unhappy life that had started out so
confidentlyI thought I would sleep no more that
night, but eventually I didIn the end we always
wear out our worries
That's what Wireman says
How to Draw a Picture (II)
Remember that the truth is in the detailsNo
matter how you see the world or what style it
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imposes on your work as an artist, the truth is in
the detailsOf course the devil's there, too -
everyone says so - but maybe replica tiffany jewelry truth and the devil
are words for the same thingIt could be, you
know
Imagine that baby girl again, the one who fell
from the carriageShe struck the right side of
her head, but it was the left side of her brain
that suffered the worst insult - contracoup,
remember? The left side is where Broca's area is -
not that anyone knew that in the 1920sBroca's
area processes languageSmack it hard enough and
you lose your language, sometimes for a little
while, sometimes foreverBut - although they are
closely related - saying is not seeing
The little girl still sees
She sees her five sistersHow
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And Ridges must feel the same way
Goldstein was... |
28th July 2010, 10:28 |
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And Ridges must feel the same way
Goldstein was annoyedWhy hadn't Ridges been more thoughtful, saved his water? He felt stubborn and tilted the canteen to his mouth againBut the drink tasted suddenly brackishGoldstein was conscious of how warm it had becomeHe forced himself to take one more drink
Then, feeling an unutterable sense of shame, he handed it to Ridges
"Here, you want a drink?"
"Yeah Ridges drank thirstilyWhen he had almost emptied the canteen he looked at Goldstein
"We're gonna have to rustle in the jungle for food tomorrow," Ridges said
Ridges smiled weakly
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WHEN ROTH missed the leap, the platoon was shatteredFor ten minutes they huddled together on the shelf, too stricken, too terrified, to move onAn incommunicable horror affected them allThey stood upright, frozen to the wall, their fingers clenched into the fissures of the rock, their legs powerlessOnce or twice Croft coco chanel designer tried to rouse them, but they shied away from the commands, petrified by his voice as though they were dogs terrified by a master's bootWyman was sobbing in nervous exhaustion, quietly, thinly, a small steady wailing, and into it fitted their own voices, a grunt or a small moan or a hysterical curse, random things, disconnected, so that the men who uttered them were hardly aware that they had spoken
Their will recovered enough for them to continue, but they moved at a frantically slow pace, refusing to step forward for seconds at a time before some minor obstacle, clinging to the wall ferociously wherever the ledge became narrow againAfter half an hour Croft finally brought them out, and the ledge widened and crossed the ridgeBeyond was nothing but another deep valley, another precipitous slopeHe led them down to the bottom, and started up the next ascent, but they did not follow himOne by one they spy bag replica sprawled down on the ground, looked at him with blank staring eyes
It was almost dark, and he knew he could not drive them any more; they were too exhausted, too frightened, and another accident might occurHe called a halt, giving approval to what was already a fact, and sat down in their midst
On the next morning there would be the slope, a few gullies to traverse, and then the main ridge of the mountain to be crossedThey could do it in two or three hours ifif he could stir them againAt that moment he doubted himself seriously
The platoon slept poorlyIt was very difficult to find level ground, and of course they were overtired, their limbs too tenseMost of them dreamed and muttered in their sleepTo cap it all, Croft gave them each an hour of guard, and some of them awoke too early and waited nervously for many minutes before going on, found it difficult afterward to fall asleepCroft had been aware of this, chanel classic handbags knew they needed the extra rest and knew it was virtually impossible there would be any Japanese on the mountain, but he had felt it more important not to break routineRoth's death had temporarily shattered his command, and it was vital to start repairing it
Gallagher had the last shiftIt was very cold in the half hour before daylight and he woke up dazed, and sat shuddering in his blanketFor many minutes he was conscious of little, feeling the vast shapes of the mountain range about him as no more than a deeper border to the nightHe only shivered and drowsed, waiting passively for the morning and the heat of the sunA complete lethargy had settled over him, and Roth's death was remoteHe drifted through a stupor, his mind almost inert, dreaming sluggishly of far-gone pleasant things as though deep within him he had to keep a small fire going against the cold of the night, the space of the hills, and the tiffany co jewelry cumulative exhaustion, the mounting deaths of the platoon
The dawn came slowly on the mountainAt five o'clock he could see the top of the mountain range clearly as the sky became lighter, but for a long half hour there was little changeActually he could see nothing, but his body contained a tranquil anticipationSoon the sun would struggle over the eastern ramparts of the mountain and come down into their little valleyHe searched the sky and found a few tentative washes of pink streaming over the higher peaks, coloring the tiny oblong clouds of the dawn a purpleThe mountains looked very highGallagher wondered that the sun could get over them
All about him now it was getting lighter but it was a subtle process, for the sun still remained hidden and the light seemed to rise from the ground, a soft rose colorAlready he could discern clearly the bodies of the men sleeping about him, and he felt a touch of chanel purses bags superiori |
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27th July 2010, 10:47 |
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Through the years there he gets the best marks in his class, becomes a minor athlete, No3 man on the tennis teamLike his father, he is respected if he is not loved
And the crushes of course: he stands by his bunk at Saturday morning inspection, rigidly upright, clicking his heels as the colonel headmaster comes byThe suite of officer-teachers pass, and he waits numbly for the cadet colonel, a tall dark-haired youth
Cummings, the cadet colonel says
Your web belt has verdigris in the eyeletsAnd he watches him go, shuttling between anguish and a troubled excitement because he has been noticedA subterranean phenomenon, for he takes no part in the special activities pertinent to a boys' private school, is almost conspicuous by his avoidance
Nine years of it, the ascetic barracks, and the dolce and gabbana knock off communal sleeping, the uniform-fears, the equipment-fears, the marching-tensions, and the meaningless vacationsHe sees his parents for six weeks each summer, finds them strange, feels distant toward his brotherCyrus Cummings bores him now with her nostalgia
Remember, Eddie, when we went out to the hill and painted?
Yes, Mother
He graduates as cadet colonel
At home he makes a little stir in his uniformThe people know he is going to West Point, and he is pointed out to the young girls, to whom he is polite and indifferentHe is handsome now, not too tall, but his build is respectable, and his face has an intelligent scrubbed lookWell, Son, you're ready for West Point, eh?
Yes, sir, I expect soGlad you went to military school?
Tried to do the best I could, sirWest Point pleases himHe has white chanel j12 watch decided long ago that little Matthew Arnold can carry on the bank, and this strange stiff son in the uniform is best away from homeGood idea sending you there, Cyrus saysHis mind is blank, but a powerful anxiety stirs along his spineHis palms are always wet when he talks to his fatherWhy, yes, sir (knowing somehow that this is what Cyrus wants to hear)I hope to do well at the Point, sir
You will if you're a son of mine(Laughing heartily in the consummation-of-business-deal heartiness, he claps him on the backAnd he withdraws, the basic reaction
He meets the girl he is to marry in the summer after his second year at West PointHe has not been home in two years because there have been no vacations long enough for him to make the trip, but he has not missed the townWhen this vacation comes he louis vuitton kabelky goes to Boston to visit his mother's relatives
The city delights him; the manners of his relatives come as a revelation after the crude probing speech of the townHe is very polite at first, very reticent, aware that until he learns the blunders he must not make he cannot talk freelyBut there are stirringsHe walks the streets of Beacon Hill, ascending eagerly along the narrow sidewalks to the State House where he stands motionless, watching the light-play on the Charles, a half mile below himThe brass knockers, the dull black knockers intrigue him; he stares at all the narrow doors, touches his hat to the old ladies in black who smile pleasantly, a trifle doubtfully, at his cadet's uniform
This is what I like
I'm very fond of Boston, he says a few weeks later to his cousin MargaretThey gucci backpack have become confidantsIt's getting a little seedyFather said there are always less and less places where one may go(Her face is delicately long, pleasantly coldDespite the length of her nose it turns up at the tip
Oh, well, the Irish, he miffs, but he is vaguely uncomfortable in saying it, conscious that his answer is trite
Uncle Andrew is always complaining that they've taken the government away from usI heard him say the other night that it's like France now, he was there, you know, the only careers left are in the service (State department) or in uniform, and even there the elements are undependable(Conscious of an error, she adds quickly) He's very fond of you
You know, it's odd, Margaret says, only a few years ago Uncle Andrew was very intolerant about the whole thingI'll tell you a chanel classic bags se |
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I got it from Joe they're gonna be kicking us... |
26th July 2010, 10:26 |
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I got it from Joe they're gonna be kicking us outa here soon
They's gonna be a revolution, men, I tell ya what we got to do is make a march on Washington
Hoover'll run ya outWhat are ya doin', kidding yourself, Mac?
I can see us marchin'I Love a Parade, the Beat of a Drum'
Listen, boys, I watched it myself right from the beginning, it's the fuggin Jews, it's the fuggin International Jews
Mac, ya don't know what you're talkin' about, what we want is revolutionary action, we're being exploitedYou got to wait for the dictatorship of the proletariat
What are you, a Communist? Listen, I owned my own business, I was a big man in my town, I had money in the bank, I was all set to go but there was a conspiracy
It's the big boys, they're scared of us, 'I'll Be Glad When You're Dead, You Rascal, You,' what do ya think those songs don' mean anything? That's the only line anybody remembers
Red sits there vintage tank watch drowsing(They're full of crapThe thing to do is to keep moving, and keep your mouth shut
You think I'm a Communist; listen, I'm a student of human nature, I'm self-educatedAmerican aspirations, that's what those songs are, opium for the masses, catch phrases to fool a manit's a passion for movement, it's to trick us into staying at home and being exploited
They're gonna move us out, men
I'm movin' anyway, Red says
Somehow it seems as if you never do go under, there is always the providential handout, or the pair of shoes you can buy after the ones you own flap in the windSomehow, there is always a little job, or some meal to keep you going, or there's a new town to go to, there is even the good feeling once every month or two when you catch a freight at dawn, and the land rises out of the night and you're not too hungry
If you throw a handful of straw into a river, some of it stays afloat even in a 925 tiffany's necklace rapids, there is always something to give you a boostYou keep going and the summer ends, the nights get chill (half a buck in your pocket and winter acoming) but there's always a railroad track heading south, there is usually a jail where they'll let you sleep the night
And if you get through it there's Relief after a while, and even a couple of jobsDishwasher, short-order cook, a shingler, a farm hand, a house painter, a plumber, even a gasoline pump
In 'thirty-five he works in a restaurant for almost a year, the best dishwasher they ever had(The rush hour lasts from twelve to three at that end of the kitchenThe dishes come clanking down the dumbwaiter, and the tray man mops the food and grease with his hand, fingers the lipstick on the glasses to loosen it, and drops them in a rackIn the machine, the steam vibrates and sings, whips out at the other end, where the finish man pulls out the tray with tongs, montre cartier and wiggles the plates with his fingertips as he flips them on a pileYou don't grab it with your bare hand, Jack
After work Red goes back to his furnished room (two-fifty a week, the carpeting on the stairs has thickened with age and springs underfoot like soft dusty turf) and lies down on his bedIf he's not too pooped, he gets up after a while, and drifts down to the bar around the corner(The gray cracked asphalt, the garbage cans spilling over in the areaways, the stippled light of the neon sign, two letters are missing
A man always has philosophyI'll tell ya, Red, I used to think for a time I made a mistake gettin' marriedI used to get mad, you know, I'd start wondering what am I workin' for, but, aah, you get over itYou take those two kids over there feeling each other in that boothRight now one of them can't even breathe without the other -- my old lady used to be like that with meI don't get mad, I mulberry bags know what the score is, those kids are gonna end up like you, like me, like everybody
(The beer is flat and tastes like pennies Me, Red says, I never horse around much with the womenThey just want to trap ya, I seen enough of it
Aw, it ain't that bad, there's good things about marriage and women, but it ain't what you think you're gonna get when you start offYou know a married man has worries, I'll tell ya, Red, sometimes I wish I been the places you have
Yeah, I'll take Two-bit Annie
In the brothel the girls wear halters and trim panties with a tropical print, an actress has made the style famous this yearThey gather like burlesque queens in the living room with the ashtrays and the chipped modernistic furniture
Okay, Pearl, let's go
He follows her up the gray spongy carpeting of the stairs, watching the automatic waggle of her hips
Haven't seen ya in a long time, Red
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A machine gun began to fire far away, and the... |
25th July 2010, 09:10 |
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A machine gun began to fire far away, and the sound carried to them in separate bursts, deep and empty, like a man beating a carpetMartinez took off his helmet and kneaded his skull, feeling as though a hammer were pounding himA Japanese gun answered fire with a high penetrating shriekA flare went up near the horizon and cast enough light for them to see one anotherTheir faces looked white and then blue as though they were staring at each other across a dark and smoky room"We're gettin' close," someone saidAfter the flare had died, it was possible to see a pale haze against the horizon, and Toglio said, "Something's burning
"Sounds like a big fight going on," Wyman suggested to Red
"Naw, they're just feeling cheap prada handbags each other out," Red told him"There'll be a helluva lot more noise if something starts tonight The machine guns sputtered and then became silentA few mortar shells were landing somewhere with a flat thudding sound, and another machine gun, much farther away, fired againThen there was silence, and the trucks continued down the black muddy road
After a few minutes they halted again, and somebody in the rear of the truck tried to light a cigarette"Put the goddam thing out," Croft snapped
The soldier was in another platoon and he swore at Croft"Who the hell are you? I'm tired of just waiting around
"Put that goddam thing out," Croft said again, and after a pause, the soldier snuffed itCroft was feeling irritable zucca spy fendi bag and nervousHe had no fear but he was impatient and overalert
Red debated whether to light a cigaretteHe and Croft had hardly spoken to each other since their quarrel on the beach, and he was tempted to defy himActually he knew he wouldn't, and he tried to decide whether the real reason was that it was a bad idea to show a light or because he was afraid of CroftFug it, I'll stand up to that sonofabitch when the time comes, Red told himself, but I'll -bleep- sure be right when I do
They had begun to move once moreAfter a few minutes they heard a few low voices on the road, and their truck turned off and wallowed through a muddy laneIt was very narrow and a branch from a tree swept along the top of the truck"Watch it!" black gucci bag someone shouted, and they all flattened themselvesRed pulled some leaves out of his shirt and pricked his finger on a thornHe wiped the blood on the back of his pants and began searching for his pack, which he had thrown off when he first got into the truckHis legs were stiff and he tried to flex them
"Don't dismount till you're told," Croft said
The trucks came to a halt, and they listened to the few men circling around them in the darknessEverything was terribly quietThey sat there, speaking in whispersAn officer rapped on the tail gate and said, "All right, men, dismount and stick together They began to jump out of the truck, moving slowly and uncertainlyIt was a five-foot drop into darkness and they didn't bolsas prada know what the ground was like beneath them"Drop the tail gate," someone said, and the officer snapped, "All right, men, let's keep it quiet
When they had all got out, they stood about waitingThe trucks were already backing away for another trip"Are there any officers here?" the officer asked
A few of the men snickered"All right, keep it down," the officer said"Let's have the platoon noncoms forward
Croft and a sergeant from the pioneer and demolition platoon stepped up"Most of my men are in the next truck," the noncom said, and the officer told him to move his men togetherCroft talked in a low voice to the officer for a minute and then gathered recon around him"We got to wait," he said"Let's stick around that black fendi spy |
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He floated away, and
for a little while I knew... |
24th July 2010, 10:29 |
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He floated away, and
for a little while I knew no more
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I next remember Wireman coming along and picking
me upI remember walking a few steps, then
recalling that Ilse was dead and collapsing to my
kneesAnd the most shameful thing was that, even
though I was heartbroken, I was also hungry
I remember Wireman helping me in through the open
door and telling me it was all a bad dream, that
I'd been having the horrors, and when I told him
no, it was true, Mary Ire had done it, Mary Ire
had drowned Ilse in Ilse's own bathtub, he had
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laughed and bolsas prada said that now he knew itFor one
horrible moment I believed him
I pointed to the answering machine"Play the
message," I said, and went into the kitchen
Staggered into the kitchenWhen Pam started in
again - Edgar, the police called and they say
Illy's dead! - I was eating fistfuls of Frosted
Mini-Wheats straight from the boxI had a queer
sense of being part of a prepared slideSoon I
would be placed under a microscope and studiedIn
the other room, the message endedWireman cursed
and played it againThe
time I'd spent on the beach before Wireman came
along was missingThat part chanel white purse of my memory was as
blank as my early hospital stay after my accident
I took a final handful of cereal, crammed it into
my mouth, and swallowedIt stuck in my throat,
and that was goodI hoped it would
choke me
I went shuffle-limping back into the living room
Wireman was standing beside the answering machine,
wide-eyedwhat in God's name - ?"
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"One of the paintings," I said, and kept on
shufflingNow that I had something in my stomach,
I wanted some more oblivionIf only for a little
whileOnly it was more than wanting, actually; it
was needingI had broken the tiffany knockoff broomhandlethen
Wireman came alongWhat was in the ellipsis? I
didn't know
I decided I didn't want to know?"
"Mary Ire bought oneI'm sure it was one from the
Girl and Ship seriesAnd she took it with herWe
should have knownWireman, I
need to lie downTwo hours, okay?
Then wake me and we'll go to the south endI don't expect you to
after
I stopped to look at himIt felt as though my
head weighed a hundred pounds, but I managed"She
doesn't expect me to, either, but this ends today
Big Pink's open door faced east, and the morning
sun struck brightly across Wireman's face,
lighting a compassion so louis vuitton mahina strong I could barely
look at it
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"In the meantime, try to keep everyone clear I
don't know if he heard that last part or notI
was facing into my bedroom by then, and the words
were trailing awayI fell onto my bed, and there
was RebaFor a moment I considered throwing her
across the room, as I had considered throwing the
phoneInstead I gathered her to me and pressed my
face against her boneless body and began to cryI
was still crying when I fell asleep Someone was shaking me
If we're going to do this, we have to get
rolling
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Very interesting, but
smallAnd eleven paintings,... |
23rd July 2010, 16:37 |
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Very interesting, but
smallAnd eleven paintings, because there were
actually three slides of Wireman Looks West, two
close-ups and the wide-angleSo how many other
paintings are there? How many will you be showing
at the Scoto next month?"
"Well," I said, "I can't say for sure, because I'm
painting all the time, but I think right now there
are about
"Twenty," she said, softly and tonelessly
Something about the way she was looking at me made
me uncomfortable and I shifted around"I think the actual number might be
twenty-one Of course there were a few pictures I
wasn't countingFriends with Benefits, for
instanceThe one I sometimes gucci men watches thought of as Candy
Brown Loses His BreathAnd the red-robe sketch
I did the addition in my head and shifted around
some more
"And you have no idea how amazing that isI can
see by your face that you don't She got up,
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dumped her ashtray in a wastebasket behind the
couch, then stood looking at the Hockney with her
hands in the pockets of her expensive slacksThe
painting showed a cube of a house and a blue
swimming poolBeside the pool was a ripe teenager
in a black tank suitShe was all -bleep- and long
tanned legs and dark hairShe wore dark glasses,
and a tiny sun blazed in each lens
"Is that an original?" I asked
"Yes indeed," knock off chanel she said, without turning"The girl
in the swimsuit is an original, tooMary Ire,
circa 1962 She turned to me,
her face fierce"Turn that tape recorder offThe
interview is over
"I want you to listen to meWill you?"
"Of course
"There are artists who labor for months over a
single painting of half the quality your work
showsOf course many spend their mornings getting
over the excesses of the night before
you're producing these things like a man working
on an assembly lineLike a magazine illustrator
or aa comic-book artist!"
606
"I grew up believing folks were supposed to work
hard at what they do - I think that's all it is
When I had prada bags online my own company, I worked much longer
hours, because the hardest boss a man can ever
have is himself"Not true for everyone, but when it is
true, it's really true
"I just carried that
over to what I do nowHell,
it's better than all right
it's like I go into a daze"I'm not trying to set the world's
land-speed record, or anything-"
"I know that," she said"Tell me, do you block?"
"Block?" I knew what the word meant in a football
context; otherwise, I was drawing a blank"What's
that?"
"Never mindIn Wireman Looks West - which is
staggering, by the way, that brain - how did you
set the features?"
"I took some pictures," I said
"I'm sure big chanel you did, darling, but when you got ready
to paint the portrait, how did you set the
features?"
607
"Iwell, I-"
"Did you use the third-eye rule?"
"Third-eye rule? I never heard of any third-eye
rule
She smiled at me kindly"In order to get the
right spacing between a subject's eyes, painters
will often imagine or even block a third eye
between the two actual onesWhat about the mouth?
Did you center it using the ears?"
"Nothat is, I didn't know you were supposed to
do that Now it felt as if I were blushing all
over my body"I'm not suggesting y'all start
following a bunch of bullshit art school rules
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