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From: Case Duckworth
Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2015 10:36:44 -0700
Subject: Add links to Elegies; write TODO.txt

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+title: 'Feeding the raven'
+project: 'Elegies for Alternate Selves'
+...
+
+You never can tell just when Charlie Sheen will enter your life.  For me,
+it was last Thursday.  I was reading some translation of a Japanese
+translation of "The Raven" in which the Poe and the raven become
+friends.  At one point the raven gets very sick and Poe feeds him at his
+bedside and nurses him back to health.  The 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.
+
+I shuffled over, sniffling but managing to keep my cheeks dry to open
+it.  Of course Charlie was beaming on the other side, with a bag of
+flowers and a grin like a [dog][]'s.  He bounded in the room without saying
+hello and threw the flowers in the sink, opened the refrigerator and
+started poking around.  I 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.
+
+When I came back he was on the floor, hunched and groaning.  I looked on
+the table to see a month-old half-gallon of milk---now cottage
+cheese---half-empty and dripping.  The remnants were on his mouth, and at
+once I saw my chance to become Poe in this [translation of a translation][]
+of a translation.  I knelt next to Charlie, cradled his head in my lap.
+He looked up at me with a stare full of terror.  I returned it levelly,
+making cooing noises at him until he calmed down.
+
+When he was calm he excused himself to be sick on my toilet.  He wouldn't
+let me follow but said he would sign whatever I liked when he got back.
+After half an hour passed and all I'd had for company was the ticking of
+the [clock][], I went to the bathroom door.  I knocked carefully---once, then
+twice---to no beaming face, no flowers.  I opened the door.  There was shit
+on the floor and the window was open.  There was a breeze blowing.
+
+[dog]: 98-hez-purpose-dogs.html
+[translation of a translation]: 41-todaniel.html
+[clock]: 13-boar.html
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