| 11/08/2005 03:57:00 PM |
[ the secret of me ]
What can I write that won't be misinterpreted? What can I say that someone stumbling upon this won't wince and grin with contempt? What can I say that is still who I am?... not that I really know much about that. Except! There it is! The secret of me. The story of myself. The 'I' in the sky. The tale of funkiness and fusion, of trees and chickpeas, accept no shrubstitute...
When I was four my preschool teacher had us make self portraits using coat-hangers and panty-hose. Mum always said she could tell which one was mine right away. She said I had painted my face green and given myself three eyes. In retrospect it seems a little cliche. I'd probably feel a little better if my skin had been a bit bluer or if I'd given myself a few more eyes. But I like the way Mum tells it, so I usually just hang my head and smile instead of making suggestions. It's so insanely hard to be confident in my creativity. I almost need stories like that. Just something to hold back the thousand teachers and million homeworks trying to wrestle me into this moldy mold of thoughtless thought. [Author spits] Anything to keep the rebellion alive in my little heart. |
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| # posted by Francesca :
11/20/2005 4:10 PM |
| hear, hear! |
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