and we realised how sad it was.
we both felt the same towards G.
we both didn't know what to say to him.
how to say "we understand how you feel"?
all crap.
then is it alright to feel ok
just because there are two of us
feeling the same way?
i think not.
i think we both felt worse.
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what is the thing about "words"?
about reading words.
"what did you say?" means so much.
"you exist." means more than the 2 small words.
my dictionary beside me,
meant a whole story
that had happened.
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teaching keith haring to the kids.
read his pictures, kids.
read what it says.
taught them about
observation,
analysation,
interpretation.
they told a story, with K.H's pictures.
words confused them.
made a boy stand on the table,
and i asked the class,
to shout out what they think,
seeing the boy standing on the table.
"he is being punished"
"he wants to be taller"
"he is naughty"
and i see eyes light up.
they got it.
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"Varying Degrees of Hopelessness"
Lucy Ellmann
Paris in the Spring: IV
Pol wasn't sure why, but she found she fancied Splutters in Paris. His predatory air turned her on in the new surroundings. Instead of looking at paintings, she watched his progress with women. At supper that night she sat by him. She needed something to entertain her. She was tired of Syms's arrogance. She was tired of watching Isabel and Robert making eyes at each other. She put a hand between Splutters' thighs and whispered in his rather hirsute ear, "Don't you know I bloody fancy you? What the fuck are you going to do about it?"
Splutters chocked and was led away somewhere by one of the waiters. Pol proceeded to eat his rognons, which he had ordered by accident, having tried to say oignons. His accent was not what it had been.
reader k | 9/01/2005 03:35:00 PM |