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1 | --- | ||
2 | title: 'Feeding the raven' | ||
3 | project: 'Elegies for Alternate Selves' | ||
4 | project-order: 16 | ||
5 | genre: 'prose' | ||
6 | ... | ||
7 | |||
8 | You never can tell just when Charlie Sheen will enter your life. For me, | ||
9 | it was last Thursday. I was reading some translation of a Japanese | ||
10 | translation of "The Raven" in which the Poe and the raven become | ||
11 | friends. At one point the raven gets very sick and Poe feeds him at his | ||
12 | bedside and nurses him back to health. The story was very heartwarming | ||
13 | and sad at the same time and my tears were welling up when suddenly I | ||
14 | heard a knock on my door. | ||
15 | |||
16 | I shuffled over, sniffling but managing to keep my cheeks dry to open | ||
17 | it. Of course Charlie was beaming on the other side, with a bag of | ||
18 | flowers and a grin like a [dog][]'s. He bounded in the room without saying | ||
19 | hello and threw the flowers in the sink, opened the refrigerator and | ||
20 | started poking around. I said "It's nice to see you too" and went to my | ||
21 | room to get a camera, as well as a notebook for him to sign. | ||
22 | |||
23 | When I came back he was on the floor, hunched and groaning. I looked on | ||
24 | the table to see a month-old half-gallon of milk---now cottage | ||
25 | cheese---half-empty and dripping. The remnants were on his mouth, and at | ||
26 | once I saw my chance to become Poe in this [translation of a translation][] | ||
27 | of a translation. I knelt next to Charlie, cradled his head in my lap. | ||
28 | He looked up at me with a stare full of terror. I returned it levelly, | ||
29 | making cooing noises at him until he calmed down. | ||
30 | |||
31 | When he was calm he excused himself to be sick on my toilet. He wouldn't | ||
32 | let me follow but said he would sign whatever I liked when he got back. | ||
33 | After half an hour passed and all I'd had for company was the ticking of | ||
34 | the [clock][], I went to the bathroom door. I knocked carefully---once, then | ||
35 | twice---to no beaming face, no flowers. I opened the door. There was shit | ||
36 | on the floor and the window was open. There was a breeze blowing. | ||
37 | |||
38 | [dog]: purpose-dogs.html | ||
39 | [translation of a translation]: todaniel.html | ||
40 | [clock]: boar.html | ||