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ujgbgob ([info]ujgbgob) wrote,
@ 2010-11-24 08:25:00

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supernatural elements will have King fans reeling
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DUMA KEY
By Stephen King
Copyright (c) 2008 by Stephen King
For Barbara Ann and Jimmy
Memory
- GEORGE SANTAYANA
Life is more than love and pleasure,
I came here to dig for treasure
If you want to play you gotta pay
You know it's always been that way,
We all came to dig for treasure
- SHARK PUPPY
4
How to Draw a Picture (I)
Start with a blank surfaceIt doesn't have to be
paper or canvas, but I feel it should be whiteWe
call it white because we need a word, but its true
name is nothingBlack is the absence of light,
but white is the absence of memory, the color of
can't remember
How do we remember to remember? That's a question
I've asked myself often since my time on Duma Key,
often in the small hours of the morning, looking
up into the absence of light, remembering absent
friendsSometimes in those little hours I think
about the horizonYou have to establish the
horizonYou have to mark the whiteA simple
enough act, you might say, but any act that remakes
the world is heroicOr so I've come to
believe
Imagine a little girl, hardly more than a baby
She fell from a carriage almost ninety years ago,
struck her head on a stone, and forgot everything
Not just her name; everything! And then one day
she recalled just enough to pick up a pencil and
make that first hesitant mark across the whiteA
5
horizon-line, sureBut also a slot for blackness
to pour through
Still, imagine that small hand lifting the
penciland then marking the white
Imagine the courage of that first effort to reestablish
the world by picturing itI will always
love that little girl, in spite of all she has
cost me
Pictures are magic, as you know
1 - My Other Life
i
My name is Edgar Freemantle


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