Monday, January 15, 2018
15/Serial
Jeremy wanted to take me to the Museum of Modern Art. A few years later I'd be a member of MOMA, lunching regularly in their garden, but at 15 I was awed by Jeremy's sophistication. My mother had been an artist, and I hoped to become one myself, but he knew so much more than I about art. This was obvious from the unfamiliar terms he used when commenting on the paintings. Like phallic symbol.
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Laughing loudly... To this I can only add a tame comment about how I like your ever-changing profile picture, Susan, particularly this week's pipe-smoking baby.
ReplyDeleteP.S."Symbolic dicks" sounds like a good title for a poem or short story (or a rock band).
LOL A very young rock band.
DeleteThe profile pic is my attempt at anonymity because when I get to the last section of this month's challenge I hope no one recognizes himself (or worse--me) in it.
Yes, I'm laughing out loud too.
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