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mr. word of fur

/ BriAnne Dopart / Leave a comment

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…Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word

of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.

– from “Cat Song” by Marge Piercy

 

portrait of the man as a young cat

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This is not a drawing of Mr. Man — but I do love drawing him. My apartment is littered with doodles of his ridiculously wonderful face. My drawings of him are kind of junky and primitive, but I think they capture his specific brand of spunk. I recently texted a picture of Mr. Man that I had just drawn to a friend who asked if a small child had drawn it. He wasn’t being sassy, he was genuinely asking.

Anyway, there’s always this guy.