Assignment 7: Story
-the short story about the failed dinner attempt, lots of story but really fun to draw/paint
-The writers room crypt dream, but just about descending the stares and being COMPLETELY confused and then just getting in the water for a while.
-My experience with the Best Film Of Our Time/10th anniversary, LOTS of good ones here. Focuses on the Claremont experience and what happened afterwards...like almost no movie is actually shown, but just Movie's Disease.
-Being escorted to the Village from Vista with my sister's "cool friends"
-getting settled in the new theatre downtown that still felt like it was 100 years old somehow
-having multiple types of Thirst afterwards
-The crushing question on Thanksgiving day
-being SO (read: more) cautious around pale white people
-Bound book, small comic that's text heavy (holding something in my hand on cover)
Assignment 6: I Remember Bits
2)I remember the day I stood in front of a great, famous sculpture by a great, famous sculptor and didn’t like it. Such a moment is a landmark in the life of any young artist. It begins in confusion and guilt and self-doubt and ends in a triumphant breakthrough: I see the world and I see that I am free before it, I am not at the mercy of historical opinion and what I want to turn away from, I turn away from, what I want to approach, I approach. Twenty-five years later I read an essay by John Berger on Rodin and in it Berger was able to articulate all that I felt on that afternoon, standing in front of a great Rodin. But by then I was old and vain and the pride of being vindicated was, I admit, just as exciting as Berger’s intellectual condemnation of Rodin’s desire toward dominance.
3)I remember when I graduated from college, we were asked to submit exactly how we wanted our names to appear on our diplomas, and I spelled my middle name (which is Lorraine) Low Rain, because the day before I had been reading W.S. Merwin’s new book and in it was some kind of brief Japanese thing along the lines of “Low Rain, Roof Fell.”
I remember when my parents saw my diploma, they were horrified and kept asking me how I could have done such a thing, after they paid for my education and all.
I remember finding the diploma among my mother’s things after she died, and throwing it away.
I remember I never did like to save things much.
I remember saving everything.