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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





Sunday, February 19, 2006

She Escaped

Why is it all so hard?
What can make it better?
it has to go away, she thought.

Many nights and days passed by
Feelings grew stronger inside.
She sat lonely int he corner.

It was fun to do.
A social pleasure.
A few drinks never hurt anyone.

Many nights and days passed by
The confusion set in further.
Everyone left her alone.

With friends it was easy.
Pass it around, everyone does it.
Smoke a little, no big deal.

Many nights and days passed by
Her body craved the excitement
But late at night she was alone.

Took a few pills
it made her feel real good.
Everything seemed easier.

Many nights and days passed by
People flashed in and out of her life.
She felt more alone with each sleep.

New friends were always made.
They devoured life together with each breath.
Their nose to the table and eyes full of amaze.

Many nights and days passed by
Thoughts were found that were unheard of.
Yet, in her dreams, she was always alone.

Let's get together somteime
Was what was always said.
Many partners, but she was having fun.

Many nights and days passed by
And the man always left her bed.
Alone, it was hard for her to sleep.

Life was a big party.
It was easy now,
She never missed the vein.

Many nights and days passed by
Feelings had ceased from her soul.
Even emotion had left her alone.

The police were there one day.
They got her robbery.
Her mind was twisted and void of thought.

Many nights and days passed by
She looked in the mirror for the first time.
She hangs alone from the ceiling of the cell.

04-14-98
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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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"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.)