I have a thing for cute little boys...
with big ears and funny clothes.
What can I say?
Alisa Proctor, artist
Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Tangled Spaghetti
I'm just so impressed with an essay my niece recently wrote that I had to post it. Great imagery!
Tangled Spaghetti
By Marloe (Age 11)
When I was little, there were worms that dangled in our kitchen. Red worms swarming over a lump of brown mud in a bowl. The bowl and the worms and the lump of mud were in a cross-stitched picture hanging above the stove. When I learned to read I made out these letters beneath the bowl: "Life is a bowl of spaghetti". Those worms weren't worms; they were spaghetti. I imagined myself rummaging among the twisted strands of pasta that symbolized my life. There were more words, "every now and then you get a meatball". That mud was a meatball. I saw that meatball as a tremendous bonus you might get in all those spaghetti strands of your life. It was something to look forward to, a reward for all that slogging through pasta.
Tangled Spaghetti
By Marloe (Age 11)
When I was little, there were worms that dangled in our kitchen. Red worms swarming over a lump of brown mud in a bowl. The bowl and the worms and the lump of mud were in a cross-stitched picture hanging above the stove. When I learned to read I made out these letters beneath the bowl: "Life is a bowl of spaghetti". Those worms weren't worms; they were spaghetti. I imagined myself rummaging among the twisted strands of pasta that symbolized my life. There were more words, "every now and then you get a meatball". That mud was a meatball. I saw that meatball as a tremendous bonus you might get in all those spaghetti strands of your life. It was something to look forward to, a reward for all that slogging through pasta.
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