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Thursday, November 25th, 2010
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"I'll tell you what the procedure is," @@@@@ "I'll tell you what the procedure is," said another fellow with a Michigan tanHe was swagbellied, sporting a little garden of gin-blossoms on his nose, and wearing a tropical shirt that hung almost to his kneesHis white shoes matched his perfectly combed white hairStep one is you tell me how much you want for that one He pointed to Sunset with Seagull"Step two is I write the check The little crowd laughedDario Nannuzzi didn't 310 "Excuse me," I said to the white-haired man "Price of poker just went up, my friend," someone said to Gin-Blossoms, and there was laughterGin- Blossoms joined in, but didn't look really amused I noticed all this as though in a dream Nannuzzi smiled at me, then turned to the patrons, who were still looking at my paintings"Ladies and gentlemen, MrFreemantle didn't come in to sell anything today, only for an opinion on his workPlease respect his privacy and my professional situation Whatever that is, I thought, bemused"May I suggest that you browse the works on display while we step into the rear quarters for a little while? MsCastellano will be pleased to answer all your questions "My opinion is that you ought to sign this man up," said a severe-looking woman with her graying hair drawn back into a bun and a kind of wrecked beauty still lingering on her faceThere was actually a smattering of applauseMy feeling of being in a dream deepened An ethereal young man floated toward us from the rearNannuzzi might have summoned him, but I was 311 damned if I knew just howThey spoke briefly, and then the young man produced a big roll of sticker | | 2:31a |
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good, because it's all I have to @@@@@And that's good, because it's all I have to tellYou see, I don't know anything about art history, art theory, or even art appreciationSome of you probably know Mary Ire 588 This brought a chuckle, as if I'd said Some of you may have heard of Andy WarholThe lady herself looked around, preening a little, her back ramrod straight "When I first brought some of my paintings into the Scoto Gallery, MsIre saw them and called me an American primitiveI sort of resented that, because I change my underwear every morning and brush my teeth every night before I go to bed-" Another burst of laughterMy legs were just legs again, not cement, and now that I felt capable of running away, I no longer wanted or needed toIt was possible they'd hate my pictures, but that was all right because I didn't hate themLet them have their little laugh, their little boo-and-hiss, their little gasp of distaste (or their little yawn), if that was what they wanted to do; when it was over, I could go back and paint more And if they loved them? Same deal "But if she meant I'm someone who's doing something he doesn't understand, that he can't express in words because no one ever taught him the right terms, then she's right 589 Kamen was nodding and looking pleasedAnd so, by God, was Mary Ire "So all that leaves is the story of how I got here - the bridge I walked over to get from my other life to the one I'm living these days Kamen was patting his meaty hands together soundlesslyThat made me feel goodHaving him there made me feel goodI don't know exactly what would have happened if he hadn't've been, but I think it would have been what Wireman calls mucho feo - very ugly "But I have to keep it simple, because my friend Wireman says that when it comes to the past, we all stack the deck, and I believe that's true Tell too much and you find yourselftelling the past you wished for?" I looked down and saw Wireman was nodding "Yeah, I think so, the one you wished forSo simply put, what happened is this: I had an accident at a job si |
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