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It was a pleasure to burn. - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

'Cause Sadie moved like water poured
The shapes she shaped had angels floored
She knew her walk turned wind to fire
A wink from Sadie turned brains to mire"
-Tim Seibles, The Ballad of Sadie LaBabe





Monday, December 19, 2005

FANTASY

HE SMILES, BUT DOES NOT MEAN IT. SHE REACHES OVER TO
THE ONE MAN SHE EVER REALLY LOVED.
HE RISES FROM THE BED AND TURNS HIS BACK ON HER
SOMETHING SHE HAS BECOME QUITE ACCUSTOMED TO.
SHE LIES DOWN WHERE HIS BODY USED TO BE,
WHERE THEY SHARED THEIR THOUGHT, HOPES,
AND DREAMS. WHERE THEY MADE LOVE.
HE TELLS HER THAT HE WILL BE BACK,
BUT SHE KNOWS NOT TO WAIT AROUND FOR THAT. HE WON'T.
HE HAS DESERTED HER. SHE IS LEFT ALONE TO HER FEARS AND PAIN
HE THINKS SHE IS STRONG. SHE THINKS SHE CAN DEFEAT ALL ODDS.
BUT THERE HAS TO BE AN END.

A CANDLE FLICKERS ON THE TABLE, REMNANTS OF THEIR PASSION.
AS SHE BLOWS IT OUT, SHE SEES A LETTER.
AGAIN, A REMINDER OF HIS ROMANTICISM.
SHE SLEEPS THAT NIGHT BUT NOT SOUNDLY. SHE IS HAUNTED.
HAUNTED BY WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.
THEIR LOVE COULD NOT ENDURE THE TRIALS OF LIFE.
THEY WERE TOO ALIKE, TOO MUCH THE SAME TO EVER LAST.
SHE DREAMS OF THE PAST, ALLOWING HERSELF TO RELIVE
THE GLORY DAYS OF IT ALL.

THEY WERE INSEPARABLE, PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER.
HE WAS SMOOTH AND FAST. SHE WAS NATURAL AND FREE.
HE WAS INTELLIGENT AND SHE COULD TALK FOR HOURS ABOUT ANYTHING.
THEY WERE THE LIFE OF ANY PARTY, BUT SATISFIED TO BE ALONE.
THERE WERE HAPPY TOGETHER AND COMPLETELY FULFILLED IN LOVE.
INSIDER HER ARMS, HE FLOURISHED. WITH HIS PROTECTION,
SHE WAS ON TOP OF THE WORLD.
EMOTIONS OVERWHELMED THEM.
AND THEY COULD EXPRESS SUCH SENTIMENT EASILY.
THEY TALKED ENDLESSLY ABOUT NOTHING, UNDERSTANDING EVERYTHING.

BUT NOW, IT IS OVER. SHE IS ALONE.
DAYS TURN TO WEEKS, AND THOSE WEEKS SEEM IMPOSSIBLE.
SHE IS THROWN INTO THE ARMS OF A STRANGER, WHO TREATS HER NICELY, BUT-
SHE COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT HER TRUE LOVE.
THE YEARS THEY SPENT TOGETHER COULD NOT COMPARE TO ANY OTHER.
THE STRANGER WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND HER SORROW.
THE INTRUDER WOULD NEVER
BE WELCOMED, AND HE WOULD NEVER HAVE HER HEART.
THAT WAS SACRED, SAVED FOR ONE MAN.
HER SPIRIT HAS BEEN DAMAGED,
AND NO ONE WILL EVER FEEL HER PASSION AGAIN.

HE, TOO, HAS FELT THE AGONY; HE HAS SUFFERED FROM LOST LOVE.
DURING THE PAST WEEKS, HE HAS BEEN CLOSED INSIDE HIS OWN WORLD.
INSIDE HIS VISIONS OF THE PAST.
HE WOULD DO ANYTHING IN THE WORLD TO FEEL HER TOUCH,
TO REALLY FEEL HER TOUCH.
FOR WHEN SHE TOUCHED HIM, TIME STOPPED.
THE REST OF THE WORLD DID NOT MATTER, AND AT THAT MOMENT,
HE COULD FEEL ETERNITY. HE COULD FEEL THE VERY MEANING OF LIFE.
BUT HIS HEART IS BROKEN. HIS SOUL HAS FADED; LIFE HAS BEEN DRAINED FROM HIM.
HE WANTED TO RUN TO HER, BUT HIS PRIDE WOULD NOT LET HIM GO.
HIS DAMNED PRIDE. HE LONGED FOR HER, BUT DID NOT KNOW THE WORDS
TO EXPLAIN HIS FEELINGS. HIS EMPTINESS. HIS LONELINESS.
HIS PRIDE CONTROLLED HIM NOW. HE WAS NOT TO GIVE IN TO THE PRESSURES OF LOVE.
HE WAS STRONG, AND COULD GET THROUGH ANYTHING.
BUT THAT, SADLY, WOULD NOT BE THE CASE. HE KNEW HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING.

HE BUMPED INTO HER ONE DAY, ACCIDENTALLY, AT THE STORE.
FLOWERS BLOOMED AND BIRDS CHIRPED, REALLY THEY DID
AS THEIR BODIES CONTACTED IN A LONG-AWAITED TOUCH.
HE SMILED TO HER AND SHE SMILED BACK. NOT BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO,
BECAUSE IT WAS INSTINCT. SOMETHING SHE HAD YEARNED FOR FOR SO LONG.
HOW ALONE THEY HAD FELT. HOW EMPTY LIFE HAD BEEN FOR THEM
THEY SPENT THE NEXT FEW WEEKS TOGETHER, BETTER THAN EVER.
THEIR SPIRIT ESCALATED, THEIR PASSION RAN WILD.
THEY SPENT EVERY MINUTE TOGETHER AND EXPERIENCED
MORE JOY THAN ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING COULD EVEN IMAGINE.
THEY WERE HAPPY AGAIN, AND AT PEACE WITH ONE ANOTHER.

SHE OPENED HER HEART ONCE MORE, AND GAVE IT TO HIM.
HE TOOK IT, BUT WITH CAUTION THIS TIME, UNDERSTANDING ALL THE
WONDERFUL AND BRILLIANT THINGS THAT CAME WITH THAT RESPONSIBILITY,
HE KNEW HE COULD NEVER LOSE HER AGAIN,
AND HE WOULD NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN.
SHE WELCOMED HIS LOVE, MORE NOW THAT EVER BEFORE,
THEY HAVE FINALLY BECOME ONE. ONE GRACEFUL, PASSIONATE BEING,
EAGER TO ENCOMPASS THE WORLD.
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The Sneetches by Dr. Seuss. This is one of my absolute favorite stories. Focusing on prejudice, it demonstrates the silliness of segregating people based on categories (race, religion, gender, etc). The story's strength is that it shows just how arbitrary these categories are.

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. In this classic story, a new mother suffering from what we might today call 'post-partum depression,' sinks into a still-deeper depression invisible to her husband, who believes he knows what is best for her. Alone in the yellow-wallpapered nursery of a rented house, she descends into madness.

Lies My Teacher Told Me (1995) - James Loewen

The Covert War Against Rock (2000) - Alex Constantine

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