From "Texas" by David Gates. the fiction selection in the New Yorker, Jan. 15 2008.
p. 53 "And he worked while listening to late Miles Davis, which sounded like Miró, and which used to be his lucky music. Fuck Rauschenberg: what he wanted, really, was to paint like Miró. That was the difference between him and Miró."
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