Stole away from Stinkytown for a few hours this morning to work on packing up my studio. Sigh. C wants me to burn everything in the backyard but I said, What if I get a new studio someday? and then she just laughed in that I-swallow-lightning kind of way. So much stuff that has no other place, like my framed Gashlycrumb Tinies poster. Try bringing that one in the house. Sigh.
People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
oh dear. the tinies are so cute though. ... edward gorey is my idol. obvs. happy packing - i hope this won't put a dent in your production.
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p.s. i owe ya - just got a lamb. how much?
Please, everyone, stop believing Darryl!
ReplyDeleteYour framed Gashlycrumb Tinies poster can come and live with me.
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