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
She looks behind her, but sees no one. He feels the kill. She senses his presences, but her eyes see no one. He smells the blood. She runs, not sure of what, maybe no one. He moves in closer. She feels his arm around her, no, feels no one. He looks back to be sure they're alone. She reaches out, but yet, feels no one. He enjoys the hunt. She sees him, smells him, but hears no one. He grabs her- she screams. He jumps on top of her- she is screams. He wrestles her to the floor- she is silent. He rips her clothes off. she is quiet, wishing for the end. He rapes her, enjoying the panic. She is still waiting. He beats her, repeatedly. She screams one last time. And he vanished after his kill. She is now looking toward the next life While he boasts in his victory, Enjoying his conquest. He repeatedly stabs her dead body And leaves her alone, with no one.
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.)