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2title: Feeding the raven
3genre: prose
4
5id: feedingtheraven
6toc: "Feeding the raven"
7
8project:
9 title: Elegies for alternate selves
10 class: elegies
11 order: 11
12 prev:
13 - title: The angel to Abraham
14 link: angeltoabraham
15 next:
16 - title: On formal poetry
17 link: onformalpoetry
18...
19
20You never can tell just when Charlie Sheen will enter your life.
21For me, it was last Thursday.
22I was reading some translation of a Japanese translation of "The Raven" in which the Poe and the raven become friends.
23At one point the raven gets very sick and Poe feeds him at his bedside and nurses him back to health.
24The story was very heartwarming and sad at the same time and my tears were welling up when suddenly I heard a knock on my door.
25
26I shuffled over, sniffling but managing to keep my cheeks dry to open it.
27Of course Charlie was beaming on the other side, with a bag of flowers and a grin like a [dog][]'s.
28He bounded in the room without saying hello and threw the flowers in the sink, opened the refrigerator and started poking around.
29I said "It's nice to see you too" and went to my room to get a camera, as well as a notebook for him to sign.
30
31When I came back he was on the floor, hunched and groaning.
32I looked on the table to see a month-old half-gallon of milk---now cottage cheese---half-empty and dripping.
33The remnants were on his mouth, and at once I saw my chance to become Poe in this [translation of a translation][] of a translation.
34I knelt next to Charlie, cradled his head in my lap.
35He looked up at me with a stare full of terror.
36I returned it levelly, making cooing noises at him until he calmed down.
37
38When he was calm he excused himself to be sick on my toilet.
39He wouldn't let me follow but said he would sign whatever I liked when he got back.
40After half an hour passed and all I'd had for company was the ticking of the [clock][], I went to the bathroom door.
41I knocked carefully---once, then twice---to no beaming face, no flowers.
42I opened the door.
43There was shit on the floor and the window was open.
44There was a breeze blowing.
45
46[dog]: purpose-dogs.html
47[translation of a translation]: todaniel.html
48[clock]: boar.html