This is the story of an eye. Actually, it’s the story of I. I saw something on Dylan’s bookshelf, a book by Tom Phillips with the the line “That which he hid reveal I.” It goes something lie that. I sing the body electric. I remember asking my English teacher about that line and she just blushed and got embarrassed. It’s been a long, long time and I found out that Walt Whitman wrote it. I’ve been bugging Dylan to get me a copy. He told me he would get me a copy (of Leaves of Grass) the next time he goes to Wahrenbrock’s.
This is a blue eye, just as both my eyes are blue, free of contacts, artificial colors, or spectacles. Dylan’s eyes are blue, but darker, mine are bright and and vibrant. Roger sometimes makes envious comments, tells me he wishes he had eyes like mine to do something like the Gold Lady and I often tell him his eyes are beautiful. Maybe a bit sharp but they are lovely in their darkness. Roger often asks me what color the Gold Lady’s eyes are, and I tell him her eyes are dark, sensuous, and mysterious at the same time. Sometimes I have drawn her with blue eyes, but they are usually dark.
I want to see those eyes. I’ve spent too much time talking to her on the phone and I have seen her manifestations everywhere. I know who she’s been in history and I know who she is now, but I would be happy to sit under a large parasol in her yard and drink tea with her. You may wonder why tea? Were you expecting mai tais? I suppose the Gold Lady and I could have Trader Vic mai tais, but being with the Gold Lady isn’t about being drunk or stupid. Or losing the eye.
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Tags: art, drawing, Georges Bataille, Grey's Anatomy, poetry, Resplendence, the Gold Lady, Walt Whitman
