Sorry to hear about this - however, a few more details would have definitely enhanced this post - for example - a description of the texture, colour, consistency, etc. - maybe in sestina form.
By the way, did you guys get my e-mail? We're coming in Thursday - can either or both of you come on Saturday night?
Believe it or not, in my poetry-heavy twenties, I actually tried seriously to write a poem based on a black-and-white nude print called "Basin." (PS: I tried to find a picture of it online for reference. I can't find it, and you do NOT want to see any of what I did find.) It was Jason's. For years I thought it was a very beautiful print of a woman vomiting through her hands into a white bowl. Turns out she's just rinsing her face.
By the way, although I have nothing as spectacularly dramatic as vomit to report, I do have the flu. So let's all feel sorry for me now. One... two... AWWWWWW.
Thank you.
I hate that picture of me in the imaginary woolly white sweater. I think I'm going to change it again.
Oh, Meghan, I love that story... your sensitive, troubled, angst-ridden soul saw a woman vomiting, rather than washing her face. That is so... Sarah-like :-) No, Meghan-like. How narcissistic of me.
No, I'm flattered. I'm not really very angstful, on the whole (although dropping my antidepressants has made me really damn cranky. But that lacks the epic sweep of angst).
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Sorry to hear about this - however, a few more details would have definitely enhanced this post - for example - a description of the texture, colour, consistency, etc. - maybe in sestina form.
By the way, did you guys get my e-mail? We're coming in Thursday - can either or both of you come on Saturday night?
Oh yes--I am planning a second installment already: "Meditations on Vomiting."
Believe it or not, in my poetry-heavy twenties, I actually tried seriously to write a poem based on a black-and-white nude print called "Basin." (PS: I tried to find a picture of it online for reference. I can't find it, and you do NOT want to see any of what I did find.) It was Jason's. For years I thought it was a very beautiful print of a woman vomiting through her hands into a white bowl. Turns out she's just rinsing her face.
By the way, although I have nothing as spectacularly dramatic as vomit to report, I do have the flu. So let's all feel sorry for me now. One... two... AWWWWWW.
Thank you.
I hate that picture of me in the imaginary woolly white sweater. I think I'm going to change it again.
Oh, Meghan, I love that story... your sensitive, troubled, angst-ridden soul saw a woman vomiting, rather than washing her face. That is so... Sarah-like :-)
No, Meghan-like. How narcissistic of me.
No, I'm flattered. I'm not really very angstful, on the whole (although dropping my antidepressants has made me really damn cranky. But that lacks the epic sweep of angst).
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