Happy Halloween!
Her Kind
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
Anne Sexton
Her Kind
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
Anne Sexton
posted by MJ at 5:58 AM
15 Comments:
fabulous!
and happy halloween to you and the children!
Fabulous indeed! Now that Halloween is over I can feel Thanksgiving approaching. That reminds me, where are the festivities going to be held this year? You all can still come to Bed-Stuy if the Velmars don't want to host. Weehawken is still a distant dream, so no festivities there. Wish we could all hang with the Fourth Person in Texas for Thanksgiving!!!
oh my, it'd be better if i were your end of things. probably much more holidayisha up there. than
in my little ratty batch pad.
Why don't YOU call Velmar...after all these years (I believe you met her in 1974?)and all these shared holidays, you can't say she's only my friend.
Fourth Person, we would love to have you for Thankdgiving, although Jr. would probably make you sleep with her silly beagle.
There is nothing silly about Lulou Fourth Person, she is a ray of sunshine! I think the world would be a better place if everyone had a Beagle to cuddle with at night. Oh yes, and Weezer you will be sleeping with Lulou when you come over tonight and I think she might have fleas.
okay, I guess I'll be bringing my spray bottle filled with bleach
I've given Lulou permission to bite you on the ass.
Oh good, then I will feel justified in pinching her little beagle nostrils shut until she passes out and falls off the couch.
Dear Auntie,
Why do you hate me?? I am such a people pleaser and ask for nothing more than the opportunity to offer you my love and affection. I hope one day I can make it into your good graces, until then I'll just have to hope for the best.
All my love and dog kisses,
Lulou
my sister grievous angel and i were reminiscing about our little weird terrier chico that we grew up with. he loved to sleep under the covers down at your feet or with his nose stuck into your armpit,. he shook all the time and chewed holes in sheets and underwear. i miss sleeping with dogs. little ones anyway, the canine kind, not the kind that get drunk and stiff you with the check, or think they are god's gift. those dogs can be euthanized post haste.
Chico sounds a lot like Lulou! Lulou also sleeps under the bed covers and likes to sleep with her little snoot jammed into my husband's armpit. I thought it was so cute when Lulou chewed a hole into one of our blankets and proceeded to fall asleep with her nose sticking out of the hole. I've had my share of evil dog's in my life as well Fourth Person, I'm surprised my heart is still intact after the Dutch one nearly mutilated it.... sigh. Stay away from Dutch dogs!!!
Oh good Lord, unless Chico was spoiled rotten and bit elderly dogs and snarled when moved off the couch, he was nothing like Lou Lou. Oh, and if he constantly slammed the cabinet door until somebody came and got a damn biscuit out of said cabinet, then he might have been like tubby, spoiled Lou Lou.
Lulou is NOT tubby, she just has a large rib cage. Lulou also only bit ONE elderly dog on the ear because that dog growled at her, she is just assertive. I also think it is extremely clever of Lulou to bang the cabinet when she wants a biscuit, how else is she going to communicate that to us? Your cats are little street thugs that constant;y beat up and torture neighboring kitties!!! AND they have fleas!!!
he wasn't dutch but he was nordic. close enough. evil bastards.
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