If you want to translate the world, you need...
If you want to translate the world, you need to
use your appetitesDoes this surprise you? It
shouldn'tThere's nothing as human as hunger
There's no creation without talent, I give you
that, but talent is cheap
Hunger is the piston of artThat little girl I
was telling you about? She found hers and used it
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She thinks No more bed all day nowI go Daddy
room, Daddy's studySometimes I say study,
sometimes I say groodyIt has a nice big window
They sit me in the charToo nice for me, so it makes me sat
Some clouds have wingsEvery
sunset I cry from satHurts the
down up in meI could never say what I see and
that chanel white purse makes me sat
She thinks SAD, that word is SADSat is for how
you feel in the char
She thinks If I could stop the hurtIf I could
get it out like weeweeI cry and beg beg beg to
say what I meanWhen I say
"Color!" she touch her face and smile and say
"Always was, always will be Big girls don't help
eitherI'm so mad at them, why don't you listen,
YOU BIG MEANIES! Then one day the twins come,
Tessie and Lo-LoThey talk special to each other,
listen special to meThey don't understand me at
first, but thenTessie bring me paperLo-Lo
bring me pencil and I "Ben-cil!" out my mouth and
it makes them claff and lap their see by chloe bag hands
She thinks I CAN ALMOST SAY THE NAME OF PENCIL!
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She thinks I can make the world on paperI can
draw what the words meanI see tree, I make tree
I see bird, I make birdIt's good, like water
from a glass
This is a little girl with a bandage wound around
her head, wearing a little pink housecoat and
sitting beside the window in her father's study
Her doll, Noveen, lies on the floor beside her
She has a board and on the board is a piece of
paperShe has just succeeded in drawing a claw
that actually does bear a resemblance to the dead
loblolly pine outside the window
She thinks I will have more paper, quilted white bag please
She thinks I am ELIZABETH
It must have been like being given back your
tongue after you thought it had been stilled
foreverIt was a gift of
herself, of ELIZABETHEven from those incredibly
brave first drawings, she must have understood
what was happeningThe best gifts - and the
worst - always are
4 - Friends with Benefits
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On New Year's afternoon, I woke from a brief but
refreshing nap thinking of a certain kind of shell
- the orangey kind with white specklesI don't
know if I dreamed about it or not, but I wanted
oneI was ready to start experimenting with
paints, and I thought one of those louis vuitton white speedy orange shells
would be just the thing to plop down in the middle
of a Gulf of Mexico sunset
I began prospecting southward along the beach,
accompanied only by my shadow and two or three
dozen of the tiny birds - Ilse called them peeps -
that prospect endlessly for food at the edge of
the waterFarther out, pelicans cruised, then
folded their wings and dropped like stonesI
wasn't thinking of exercise that afternoon, I
wasn't monitoring the pain in my hip, and I wasn't
counting stepsI wasn't thinking of anything,
really; my mind was gliding like the pelicans
before they spotted dinner in the caldo largo
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