Arts The Look
posted by July 23 at 11:20 AMon
Look at the look on that boy’s face:
That’s a look to make any father proud. Get rid of that silly head thing he’s wearing, and there you have a perfect boy. No hurt, no pain, no emotion on the surface. All summer within; all winter without. You can smile at him, and what you’ll get back is that wall, that supreme indifference. Melt into the air the clownish clothes, gaudy gold, and traditional values of aristocrats, but keep forever that expression made of stone.
My best attempt at that stone look:
My mother to me, while driving to downtown Gaborone in 1988: “Do you know what I hate about Americans. They always smile at you when you pass them on the street. And you think they know you, and you realize they don’t know you. They are just smiling at you because that’s what Americans like to do. I hate smiling back at someone who is smiling at me for no reason. Really, haaah, what is the worth of smile if you are smiling all of the bloody time?”