of cats

This is a fwd I just received from Marisol, who, by the way, has like four legal cats in her house and others who are illegal in her mother's garden. People love to throw the cats into her mother's house coz everybody knows she will feed and take care of them (and their balls).

I'm posting this because although I quite deslike fwds, I recently posted the pic of a triumphant cat who had killed a little mouse... now I understand what he was trying to say. So here we go with the excerpt from a cat's diary (I apologise for not giving credit to the author but it seems like he or she (?) wanted to remain anonymous for security reasons:

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary* Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe, for now..........

To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up
-An Ideal Husband

in Susan Sontag's On Camp.

Anahata Chakra

What a beautiful place the world is. What a beautiful place the heart space is. Inquebrantable. Never ending place. Immensely loving. Inconditional.

Just wondering about...

How is it that good & beautiful Jewish guys with beautiful curls and long beards manage to flirt with but not fall for good non-Jewish girls with beautiful straight hair and impeccably trimmed moustache?

Al gato y al raton

Miauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I went to Copenhagen last week and the city was feeling very sad because a very Christian sect decided to buy a squat called The Youth House from the government.

In the 1980's the mayor in turn had given the house to the youth who worked there but the new mayor, a woman called Ritt -and whose picture is above this- decided to sell it to this Christian group, arguing that the people who live in the house are a bunch of drug dealers and drug addicts.

This is absolutely false. The house is situated in Nabrogade, which is a very attractive zone in the city. Where are these artists gonna go now? Which spaces are supposed to be opened for people who can't afford to have a studio or a place to work?

The same situation in Italy. A couple of weeks ago the bulldozers destroyed a squat in which artists gathered and worked. Here are some pictures of one of the many protests in Copenhagen.

In Spanish we say: El que da y quita con el diablo se desquita, that is something like that who gives something and then takes it back, with the devil will have a pact -no my translation is not very accurate but it sounds good.

La peor manera de combatir la anemia

el primer beso

ella pregunto como fue
y -obviamente-
pense en el lago
lleno de cocodrilos
que nos separaba
cuando intente alcanzarte

porque no sabia
porque no sabia
porque no sabia
porque no sabia

intente alcanzarte
sin temblar
porque no sabia

esa noche habias soniado con un pastor que tenia ruedas en vez de patas
-fue entonces cuando me ofreciste el primer cafe

das kinder
mein freund, ich habe kein geld
DU
Was du wilst?

Min hund
Min elsker, Ich habe kein geld

Le premier amour, le premier bisou, le premier
cafe
*
the first fight the first bite.

Put down the pen.

The first: I'm just calling you because I don't want to go on.

The firts silence
The first but not the last
The last but not least FUCK YOU.

Let me become. The shadow of your dog. Let me. Let me.

Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Où il ne pleut pas

Je suis. L'ombre de ton chien. Ne me quitte pas. Ne me quitte pas. Ne me quitte pas.
Moi je suis mon ombre. Moi. Je.

Laisse-moi devenir.
Le pays ou il ne pleut pas.