Read-Think-Write, Tuesday Oct. 15 Plea from a Cat Named Virtute - The Weakerthans
Why don't you ever wanna play? I'm tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now, and you don't eat much of anything. I don't know who you're talking to, I made a search through every room, but all I found was dust that moved in shadows of the afternoon
And listen, about those bitter songs you sing; they're not helping anything, they won't make you strong.
So we should open up the house, invite the Tabby two doors down. You could ask your sister if, she doesn't bring her basset hound. Ask the things you shouldn't miss: tape hiss and the modern man, cold war and card catalogues to come join us if they can.
Girly drinks and parlor games, we'll pass around the easy lie of absolutely no regrets, and later maybe you could try. To let your losses dangle off, the sharp edge of a century. We'll talk about the weather, or how the weather use to be.
And I'll cater, with all the birds that I can kill, let their tiny feathers fill disappointment. Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong.
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV, frankly that thing doesn't really interest me. I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home. I know you're strong.
Read-Think-Write, Wednesday Oct 16. Autobiography in 5 Short Chapters - By Portia Nelson
Chapter 1 I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost ... I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter 2 I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter 3 I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in ... it's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. Chapter 4 I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. Chapter 5 I walk down another street. ~ Portia Nelson ~
Read-Think-Write, Thursday Oct. 17 I Want Another Dose - by Shira Bick
Article from Adbusters Magazine - see Mr. Marriott for a hard copy.