Word: bridget
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...morning. Instead we went to watch the girls play softball down at the Ernest Hemingway Elementary School. They were big and beautiful and inspired us into getting some beer. So we headed to the market, running into Daniel and Gay and Daniel's tow-headed friends from back home. Bridget and Jenny, on the way. They weren't as big nor quite as beautiful, but we were in a fit mood to be inspired so Daniel's invitation to go down to the river and smoke a few bowls was promptly accepted. Briggs volunteered to get a couple cases...
Daniel was stark raving and told Bridget he could be a hell of a man and she said oh can you and he said wait and see and she spread her palms and he pounced and she sighed and the night poured liquid and the water glowed liquid and the air bent in liquid waves of soundlessness and Gay broke the liquid soundlessly and went her own way. And she was gone...
...afternoon sky. Ruddy bearded and freckled all over and pale where his clothes would have been, he said the tub would soon be filled. His kids screamed about with the ducks and geese--silently, Peanut, his youngest daughter, tottered out of the outhouse trailing her pants about her ankles. Bridget and Jenny collected rocks. Daniel was happy and we were all a little drunk and the day was bright, never-ending, clear, pleasing us all though damn if I didn't wish for it to get a little dark soon...
...light: everything faded and the Sawtooths curved about us and we curved about Pegleg. He kept right on talking: showing his tricks to Bridget and Jenny, hanging a whirlpool device on the pool's ladder. Bridget and Jenny would grab the ladder, around the device, and Peg would grab their ankles and stretch them out flat, spreading their legs a bit, and they would giggle and Peg would spread a bit more and ask if it didn't feel damn good. Peg's wife appeared from nowhere and he told her to get some moonshine and homemade wine...
...find it hard to understand Robert Hughes' praise of Bridget Riley's Op art [May 1]. Unless I have it serviced regularly, I get pretty much the same pictures on my television...