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
Sunday, February 19, 2006
its an unusual thing, living next to the train tacks you come to depend on it somehow. the rattling of the house the shattering of the dishes. when you hear the crash on the floor it pierces your brain. when you have to run to catch the glasses every 38 minutes it punctures your heart. it is a sense of disorder, disrupt and it reminds you of every bad things in your life. it amplifies the fear of living and it magnifies the aching in your soul. it seems to scream out your pain and thrust it in your face every 38 minutes. but what would you be without the crashing and shattering, without the pain and the suffering. you would be happy. but you would still have to live with that dismal train. prying open your wound and laughing at you constantly. so you have to deal with the agony of the train reminding you that your heart is broken that your body is in anguish and your soul has been ripped out but the very person you thought you could trust. you have to comfort of knowing that it will haunt you every 38 minutes.
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.
"Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?" He asked.
"Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
(both quotes from Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland," available in full-text here.)