truth
a gato is born in the coolness of the jersey shore night
early dusk two girls pass a pack of wild kitties on the jersey shore
Friday, January 26, 2007
pierre shows his roots
Category: Pets and Animals
"i was just lookin at what you put on the slackers myspace blog",said rudy ,"i don't come off like that much of a post-modern nerd do i?"
"ha ha...what do you THINK of yourself?",said tyson ,"all that art school had an affect on your brain!"
rudy shook his head,"but i didn't really learn that stuff i art school, i got it from talkin' to Joe Weil!"
"JOE doesn't sound like a DUMBASS though!", said tyson laughing...
Suddenly pierre piped in, "is arguing all you do?...the disciple Mattew wrote his gospel...no one knows if its true or not...or if the translations haven't ruined what he originally said!...no!...all that matters is that they got something to read in the church...something old and far away enough to make them feel like its important...that it could be closer to something true than they are!...and they have a piece of it..."
"wow, that's so existentialist man...", said rudy, surprised.
pierre shook his furry head and laughed,"i mean,i am part french..."
Sunday, January 14, 2007
death to all infadels
Category: Pets and Animals
It was a cold night... gatos had been working for hours now,"gimme the camera!" said agent punky,"you dont know what you're doing!"...rudy scowled like he had just tasted bad wine..."listen!" said rudy,"last time it was left in your hands we couldn't see the subjects, remember that? grey,grainy, and flat!"...the two began to argue like newly introduced gatos...suddenly agent tyson piped in,"shut up , you're making a goddamn ruckus! I'd be taking the freaking pictures if my bowels weren't in such a state!...what's important is that the pictures get taken and the mission gets accomplished... it's US against THEM remember!...ahhh, my ass really hurts."... punky glared at rudy, knowing somehow they'd have to make it work..... "just get over it" said rudy ... "but how" answered punky... tyson just sighed.... "whatever man."
Sunday, January 07, 2007
a smart cat
Category: Pets and Animals
In my universe there is no hope,
only an old, blue grey cat,
who suddenly kittenlike,
knocks over a vase full of chrysanthemums.
There's a good song playing on the radio,
in the dead eye of a long winter's drive,
the song reminding me of a ranch coat I had,
and of a girl who buried her face in it,
who left a trace of scented powder in the fur,
a smart girl, who knew how to be remembered.
-joe weil
Sunday, December 31, 2006
a prison
Category: Pets and Animals
gatos get prepared for sleep under a comfortable suburban bush...little one looks toward the house it sits in front of...thru the window he sees the family finishing the remains of dinner, the old man sinking into the reclining chair, the light of the tv casting a flickering blue glow over him..."and us", he thinks,"in the green sheltering leaves, the sky our ceiling and the moon our lamplight...the poor souls there thru the window, as if in their own strange prison...and one of their own design... while paradise lies just beyond the walls."
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Assorted Arrivals
Current mood: high
Category: Pets and Animals
days had passed, the days turned into weeks... there was no sign of gatos anywhere ... a new agent had to be sent into the field to serch for the missing operatives... his name-Pierre 013 - orphaned at 3 weeks old Pierre always pushed himself swering he would avenge his parents death...After graduating west point he trained as a ninja, pilot, mason, and lingustics specialist ... "the mother fucker is crazy" rudy always used to say, "bastard wants to die kamakazie style. That's all that sick fuck talks about"... crazy, yes ... sick...most likely.. but the only one right for the job the only one with nothing holding him back ... but where will he be sent?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
chronicles of a bake sale
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Pets and Animals
...And the world begins to erupt in chaos around the gatos. Luckily they are still drunk..."Maybe the padre's blessing back there will keep us alive, eh?" Little one asks Rudy
"Or maybe it cursed us"
suddenly...the russian jumps from junkie alley..shots begin to ring in the air, gernades soaring like a pack of geese flying south for the winter.... a dead silence loudly hits the streets... Where are the gatos.... where is the russian .... who will pay for the distruction of the town... in the distance a quiet hiccup and fading whisper "time for a bake sale, padre."
Saturday, December 16, 2006
old father
Category: Pets and Animals
there is a quiet priest who watches the gatos sometimes, as they work on the wheels...he prays for them when he sees them walk by drunk at night...the gatos love him of course, and respect him as all the gatos in the area do...still it does not stop them from screaming,"EAT SOME CATNIP OLD BROTHER!..." the old priest laughs and he blesses them as the stumble off to sleep in their masters coats...
Friday, December 15, 2006
double-oh- gatos (a.k.a.- 002)
Current mood: annoyed
a secret agent... working for the Russians...is the new enemy of the gato...you know where he's from ...you can tell from the vodka on his breath... the sunken-ness of his eyes ... the pale stern-ness of his face....gatos huddle and discuss how they can dispose of this man....
"black tie only," is overheard from the little one.... the other just nods
Friday, December 08, 2006
the wheel
Category: Pets and Animals
gatos huddled around the samovar...dispersed as i came near...look out the windows as i'm leaving the house, pull the curtains closed?...is it possible?..."back on the wheels!" i yell as i return from the market..."Earn your keep!"...the wheels spin under gato paws...the dark lamps show a dim flicker and then slowly brighten...soon we've worked up enough in the battery for the television...south park is on...little gato wants to watch but i explain to him that it's a trade...i buy him food, and he must run the wheel...i promise him i'll buy the whole season on dvd and he can watch it in the summer when considerably less energy is needed...he grumbles and makes it back up to speed, as i leave i see the two gatos share a dark glance at my back..."MAAARE",says the little one...yes, i think..."maaaare,indeed"...
Monday, November 27, 2006
a drunken meeting
Category: Pets and Animals
...the little one came in drunk. He puked on the floor, shat outside the cat-box and immediately punched the other gato in the eye when he saw him..."Quit it!", mother yelled, but the little one just turned around slow and looked at me ornery as if to say, "you want some too?"...he took a clumsy nip at mother's shin and tore open the garbage. i saw the other cat lurking around the corner. He was angry at the little one, but there was something else...i couldn't tell...all i know is late in the night i could hear them, feasting on the garbage, and the little one howling...and there was more i was sure, things i couldn't quite make out...subtle gato sounds... of REVOLUTION!
Monday, August 04, 2008
knowing
Category: Games
the beginning of the end is knowing one exists...
a conversation between me and the gato:
"there is no point going on if all you want is to tell me what to do"
"what goals do we have in common besides needing to eat and comfortable place to sleep?"
"how can you say i've done wrong when i've given you all these things?"
"why do i feel that i'm responsible for you, i never wanted to be a father"
"if you'd only listen to me and obey, everything would be much better for you... but you dont listen to me..."
"why dont you like me anymore?"
"why must you be so self-important?"
"you dont hear me anymore!"
"how can i hear you when all you do is talk?"
"you're the one who never stops talking."
"cant you see i'm only asking for your affection?"
"affection or obedience?"
Thursday, July 31, 2008
oppressed part II (hungry)
Category: Pets and Animals
please undersand, i do not write this to complain about the gato...no, your humble narrator intends only to transmit these reports as a means of understanding the component parts of a greater story...
of course the gato is hungry...are we all not hungry?... for food but of course also attention, meaning...immortality?
is not hunger in it's purest just a bid for continuation?...and continuation could in el gato's mind lead off indefinitely?...to immortality in a way?...does it not even for all of us?...
...so who's to say that my simple cat does not wish immortality for himself as much or more than parents wish to live on thru their children, or a painter thru his work? or the soldier in his tiny part of a legendary seige?
...and here is where i beleive my poor gato's runt life begins to resonate...that when revolution approached him, he was more than game...in fact he was hungry for it... but a kind of hunger that he wasn't ever before aware of , not until he'd first caught it's odd smell...
Monday, October 15, 2007
oppressed
Category: Pets and Animals
the little one is always hungry...he moves the suitcase off of the top of a pickle bucket that contains his food...the suitcase is heavy...there is a cardboard box on top of it...he moves it all...
he licks the food off the bowls in the sink...rips open the bread sitting on top of the microwave...eats the spinach out of a pot on the stove...hot curry off the floor at my feet he licks up...
he is food crazy...is it because the big one bullies him away from his dish?...the little one looks on waiting for him to finish.
...he has always been a runt... the day he was found near the beach, his family abandoning him to the humans, they never looked back...
...he was expendable...the runt...his whole life is defined by it...he can beat the larger cat in a fight if he wants but the he doesn't...his posture is low to the ground.
he can obtain anything in the house thru his sheer will...but he begs us mostly.
he is often incarcerated in a smaller room while we eat...he makes himself a nuisance until there is no other solution...
sometimes the front door is open for more than a moment...he runs out only to stand on the front porch terrified...
why am i telling you this?
because he is ripe for convincing...
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
an intersection
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
in a cool spring morning stupor upon my couch, a friend of mine discovered a strange thing...he heard coming from the kitchen a small voice...sounding much like a cat's meow, but he could not deny that he thought he heard it shaping the sounds of human language...he listened and listened, afraid perhaps that the previous nights alcohol had forever warped his perception, but he couldn't deny the sound...like english..."hello?...hello?" it said...
"hello" he said back...
"well?...what?...what?...when?", it was asking...
...suddenly pierre swatted tyson in the tail.
"you mustn't let him hear you", said pierre
"but why...i'm forever hungry, and they've been taking the trash out more regularly...i need to spread it out all over the kitchen floor just to find a few good morsels!" , said the little one.
"yes, but if they know that we're learning to communicate with humans they'll surely stop us...remember, in some ways we are cruel, but humans are far crueler...",peirre shook his furry head.
"but i'm hungry...hungry...all this thinking gives me an appetite!...you see i eat and eat and i'm not fat, if anything i'm getting muscular."
"oui, indeed, our training is paying off..." grunted pierre, "here!..." and he lunged at the top of tyson the little one's back. Tyson flipped over and grabbed pierre by the belly and in one move he was atop pierre with his paws on either side of his attackers shoulders, trapping him...
"good", said pierre..."now i'll show you how to open the refrigerator...i think they brought some taco's home...that place they go to now actually makes a decent al pastor, don't you think?"
"i don't know...you and rudy hogged it...i got some of the barbacoa though...did you?"
...their gato voices trailed off into the darkness and in the morning my friend related to me what he had heard...what he thought was a cat trying to speak english, then two cats playing and meowing at each other, then the refrigerator opening, at which point he assumed someone had come downstairs, so he fell back asleep...i also assumed logically, someone got hungry and ate a couple of my tacos...though the container did seem a bit overly abused...
Monday, March 12, 2007
that rumbling isn't purring
Category: Pets and Animals
3 gatos circle in the kitchen...their tails up like shark fins...their paws and claws, "tick tack tick tack" on the linoleum...the refrigerator door is open, the food bucket on its side, the extra bag of food on the shelf is torn and ravaged, the garbage too has been ravaged and now is just plastic shreds and bare chicken bones, the toilet is open and running, there's a steaming little shit in front of it, another one behind the living room chair, another on my mattress...
...the little one looks up at me, his great glassy eyes, wide and plaintive...
"Maaaare", he says...guilty? apologetic perhaps?
Suddenly and fiercely the other two turn to glare at him, then at me...the little one moves back into his position...circling the kitchen table with the other two, looking only forward toward the tail in front of him, raised like a sharks fin...circling,circling..."tick, tack, tick, tack"
Sunday, February 25, 2007
mercury in retrograde
mercury in retrograde
"there is no use i've had a headache all week"
"indeed, the winter is cold and i cannot clean the dishes"
the gatos were suffering from the malaise which the mercury retrograde effect produces...a lack of communication ability..."mercury moves backward in the night sky and, it being the planet of communication astrologically, makes our ability to communicate suffer"...telephones dont work right, contracts negotiations turn sour, relationships are difficult...
pierre looked over the arm of the couch at the two black and white kitties sitting on the floor staring at each other and said, "but i thought you were socialists and didn't beleive in all that hocus pocus...?"
rudy looked up and said, "the tides move with the moon, so why are we any different?...astrology is a science not a religion...it's as much a part of the choas as anything...the chaos that is responsible for all of us being here at all..."
"put on a record", said pierre
"ok", said rudy,"what do you want? samba or leonard cohen?...that's all that's out..."
suddenly there was noise from the outside..."ahhh...they're coming home, we'll have to listen to what they want now...well, maybe they'll put on some reggae..."
"yes...i hope", said pierre, "ahhh, i guess i should stop smoking too huh?"
"ha ha ha ha", all the gatos laughed as the door began to unlock
it's hard to say at what point it turns... when love goes from healthy to weird, or a quirk turns into a disorder... but the kitty was no longer right... he was eating my grains... and actually the two of them were working together now, in tandem... one with his deft paws that could open cabinets and the other with insatiable appetite... and it didnt matter what it was... whether spinach i had just peeled the aluminum from or a scalding orange pepper drowning in vinegar... or uncooked millet grain and pecan dust... things a cat should have no interest in... he was eatin it... spreading it over the floor in mystical patterns... puking it back up and leaving it cold for my bare morning unawakened feet...
he was no longer cat... but mouse... rat, rodent, beast, addict, scavenger... swatting my hand away when he was finished with my stroking... staring in my eyes from beneath my tedious fingers... close to my face breathing his warm breath... teeth in need of brushing... impatient, even angry breaths...
undecided whether the fingers were doing his bidding or mine... whether they served his pleasure or he served theirs...
and sure... gato... what a good question to ask with your heavy eyes and solemn breathing...
...what IS love anyway?
Gypsy woman! My
cat's meowing!
Ha! You should probably pet it
Stroking the gato. Stroking...stroking!
What does he want?
He wants his food.
Then mine!
Then my hot cereal, my butter,
He can't be satisfied.
He jumps
onto the stove while i'm cooking and bursts into flame!
Completly insatiable that gato of yours. Burnt beyond recognition and still
meowing for noodles
Noodles! Of course. U knew it was noodles
...Well its only his whiskers are curled up and noticably shorter.
But whiskers are importante no?
Indeed Whiskers let the gato know if a space is big enough for him to fit thru.
Maybe he will be out of whack now
With me its always fingers... With u its petting stroking whacking! Gatos
Insatiable whiskers. My noodles boiling.
Dang, I think mine is too.