Things That Bang- - Sad Sacks

The animals were imperfect,
long-tailed,
unfortunate in their heads.
Little by little they
put themselves together,
making themselves a landscape,
acquiring spots, grace, flight.
The cat,
only the cat
appeared complete and proud:
he was born completely finished,
walking alone and knowing what he wanted.
... the cat
only wants to be a cat
and any cat is a cat
from his whiskers to his tail,
from his hopeful vision of a rat
to the real thing,
from the night to his golden eyes. (Pablo Neruda, "Ode To The Cat")

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Sad Sacks

There is no such thing as a zero. There is a minus one. There is no hitting rock bottom, there is drowning. And there is beauty to be seen in all that malaise of despair and darkness. The world is shut out, emotions scattered and logic decimated.

Posted by Deepti Lamba on August 13, 2010 09:42 PM StumbleUpon Toolbar Stumble It! digg this del.icio.us Fark It | Permalink

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