The Black Dog Forever

by Mia Nutick based on Black Dog: A Biography by Peter M. Ball from Interfictions 2

Ceramic pendant, iridescent green wash on green and black.

This piece will be auctioned off to benefit the Interstitial Arts Foundation at iafauctions.com

Tags: interfictions, interfictions2, jewelry, necklaces, petermball, mianutick, blackdogabiography
Uploaded: October 31, 2009
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    • “There's a red, ripe moon, like a berry, in the sky. Blood moon they call it, berry moon, I say. Juicy and full, that fat piece of fruit, makes me want to swallow it whole. A pearl of heaven's own blood in my mouth, and then... The sky surrounding my glossy morsel is brimming with purple champagne, foaming with stars. I wait for them to fall down and cover me in shimmering dust. Will it crackle and hiss when it touches my skin? Will it burn? Taste perhaps like ice and water, vanilla and nuts, when I lick it off my hands? It is my duty, you know, to eat it all up. "Greedy", you may say, but then, you still love me...”
      From: Berry Moon by Camilla Bruce
    • “"Which is harder to get rid of: a wicked stepmother or a frog that insists you keep your promises to it?"

      That was last week's winning question, and all I can see in my head is the shocked, inconsolable look on the contestant’s face when she got it wrong.”
      From: Quiz by Eilis O'Neal
    • “People always get my origin story wrong. I wasn't "born in an explosion," I am the explosion; if I'm the chicken, the bomb was the egg. It's just that no one's ever taken responsibility for laying it. Anything else blows up, anywhere in L.A., and the gangs and factions fall all over each other to take credit, but someone takes out the craft services tent on the set of a minor erotic space opera and no one says a word.”
      From: The 121 by David J. Schwartz
    • “I should tell you now, if you haven't figured it out already: Morton and Alice had a thing, back in the day. It lasted three years, from Christmas to Christmas exactly.

      And I should tell you that it nearly destroyed him, Marie adds. Morton's dead wife wants to show you something, and though you wouldn't expect a disembodied form to have photographs, she does.

      See?

      She wants me to tell you about them. I have to be polite, plus I'm curious. Who'd take photos of a love affair you were trying to keep secret? So I look.”
      From: Morton Goes to the Hospital by Amelia Beamer

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