Talk Before Sleep (2011)
“She shared it with a potter, and she’d told me I could sculpt while she painted. She turned the radio up loud to a rock station and brought out some off-white clay, put it in a mound before me. “Go ahead,” she said, patting it affectionately. Then she went to her easel, picked up her brush.
“Go ahead what?” I asked. “I don’t know how to do anything.”
“Make it up,” she said. “That’s what the first guys did.”
I made a ball. “There.”
She shrugged. “Okay.”
“Well, help me,” I said.
“What’s in you?” ...she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Jesus,” she said. “You’ve got to loosen up.”
I sat still, waiting for inspiration. I hoped I’d recognize it if it did come. I felt nothing. Finally, I said, “Okay, I’m going to make a pot to piss in. Then I can never say I don’t have a pot to piss in.”
“There you go!”
She worked on her painting, while I created, for reasons unknown, a dog on a raft.
At one point, she came to stand in front of me.MoreLess
“Go ahead what?” I asked. “I don’t know how to do anything.”
“Make it up,” she said. “That’s what the first guys did.”
I made a ball. “There.”
She shrugged. “Okay.”
“Well, help me,” I said.
“What’s in you?” ...she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Jesus,” she said. “You’ve got to loosen up.”
I sat still, waiting for inspiration. I hoped I’d recognize it if it did come. I felt nothing. Finally, I said, “Okay, I’m going to make a pot to piss in. Then I can never say I don’t have a pot to piss in.”
“There you go!”
She worked on her painting, while I created, for reasons unknown, a dog on a raft.
At one point, she came to stand in front of me.MoreLess
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