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For this session we close read the poem “The Painting After Lunch” by Clarence Major, posted below.
Our prompt for this session was: “Write or draw about a time it wasn’t working.”
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“The Painting After Lunch” by Clarence Major It wasn’t working. Didn’t look back. Needed something else. So I went out. After lunch I saw it in a different light, like a thing emerging from behind a fever bush, something reaching the senses with the smell of seaweed boiling, and as visible as yellow snowdrops on black earth. Tasted it too, on the tongue Jamaica pepper. To the touch, a velvet flower. Dragging and scumming, I gave myself to it stroke after stroke. It kept coming in bits and fits, fragments and snags. I even heard it singing but in the wrong key like a deranged bird in wild cherries, having the time of its life. Clarence Major, "The Painting After Lunch" from Waiting for Sweet Betty. Copyright © 2002 by Clarence Major.