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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.
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