Ah, our patience has paid off: A Fireblossom in its natural habitat! This one is a female. She looks to be an older girl...I don't see any kittens anywhere, although there does seem to be some sort of wild dog shadowing her, hoping to scavenge a morsel.
Look, look! The dog's strategy may be about to pay off, because we see that the Fireblossom has moved to a large white object in which she has stored food for later. This is great....we get to see her pulling out... what is that? Oh! Some apple pie, and now some ice cream. (whispering) It's only ten a.m. here, so we were very lucky to catch this scene!
All right. The Fireblossom and her canine shadow are on the move. They're on the way to a sort of den she's made, something naturalists call a "living room." See how she carries her meal on a round flat object rather than in her mouth! Such ingenuity! She's half way there...but wait! Oh dear, what's this?
A small black object in the corner is making some sort of sounds. It's hard to tell exactly what it is, but... wait....it's some kind of rhythmic song. Yes! It's what young hominids in the 1970's called "disco". It's a sort of mating call, often accompanied by frenetic movements designed to attract a partner, or, sometimes, they just do it for no particular reason, at least not that we can understand.
Anyway,this could be trouble! She's moving. With the round food-bearing object in her hand... Oh no. Oh dear. She appears to be reacting to the sounds from the box. An animal of this age and size should never.... See that! She almost spilled the food! The wild dog was licking his chops, he thought the dinner bell was about to ring! Here she goes again. Watch out for that couch! And the coffee table!
We've seen some close calls, haven't we? She had better settle in a tree or under a shrub or even on that couch and consume her meal. Hyenas may come and try to steal it-- the dog seems to be trying to tell her this! But no, she's swaying her hips, moving her arms around-- and there it goes! Oh no! All over the floor, er, ground! What a windfall for the dog!
Oh! Listen! I think we caught her on mic. Yes. Yes, there it was. When irritated or angry, she'll make these short aggressive vocalizations. But look at the dog! He doesn't care. Now the Fireblossom is headed back into the other room again... Look! She seems to have cooled off and she's making a sort of snapping noise with her phalanges, or "fingers." What's that she's got? I'm trying to see now... Car....car...carpet....carpet cleaner!
Well! I'm afraid we're out of time, but it's been a pretty exciting morning, hasn't it? Please join us next time on Rather Large Cat Diary! _______
someone once played this song, "Dreams", for me and told me I had a "totally amazing mind." But as another song by another singer has said, I'm just another silly girl.
You were the winter guest wrapped in scarves and leather, and I was the girl with red hair and a dollar on the dresser. One night, eating on the cheap at the Chinese restaurant downstairs, you turned an egg roll into a talking dog who called me her Heart....her Air. Do you remember when I played you the song about a nightingale in Berkeley Square? You called me a granny and kissed my ear, then dropped your coat on a kitchen chair.
I loved the delicate balance of my quilt on your back-- candle light in my bedroom-- and all of that....
You were the winter guest wrapped in cable knit and leather; now I'm a lonesome nightingale with a scarf on her dresser. ______ from a word list.
The thing is, You can believe in me When I say That there's bound to be A place so lovely That even we Can't mar it.
And my love, In all of your enchanting Recently repaired Almost perfection, can't we Enjoy the evening air That even we Can't ruin?
Every time that the planets Align In this certain way, I find myself wanting to say With only the slightest irony, "Will you be mine?"
My nodding love, We don't really need The crutches that we Allowed to becomemore important than this feeling That even we Can't poison.
So, now that the planets Have aligned In our favor, this once darling, I find myself wanting to say In an only slightly disingenuous way, "Will you be mine?" ______
for Magaly's "Out Of Your Own Words" challenge at Real Toads. As per instructions, my 2012 poem "Sustenance" shares an opening line with this one.
"Magic Mirror, if we only could / see ourselves as others would." --Leon Russell
Hi. I tried to call you last night. I tried twice more but you never picked up. Where were you? Oh. Who did you go with? Yes, I know her parents. She smokes, doesn't she? I'm just saying. Nothing. Nothing at all. Don't get upset like you do, please. Yes I know she's 21. No, she can't be 37? Okay. I guess that's right, you kids are the same age. Time flies! Well, you'll always be kids to me. So... Did you get the recipes I sent you? Some coupons, too. Did you go to that job fair I told you about? I thought it would be good for-- Oh. But you don't want to do that for the rest of your life, do you? It's not really going to take you anywhere. You could do-- Pardon? You did? That's wonderful. How much of a raise was it? Well, excuse me. I'll never ask anything again. So... Any men in your life? Hello? Yes, but I thought that might have changed. Oh yes, her. Uh-huh. But why were you so upset? It was only another woman. I just worry about you. If you'd lose a little weight, and dress a little more-- What? Well, I'm sorry you heard it like that. You've always been too sensitive. Your brother isn't that way at all! Always do what? Don't be that way. I'm trying to help you. Why take everything I say as criticism? Don't raise your voice, please. I never said that. I don't remember saying that. I just want you to be happy. Well I'm sorry if you misunderstood what I was saying. You know how you confuse things sometimes, just like your father. Well, your friends don't say these things to you because they don't love you like I do. Have you thought any more about becoming a Lutheran? I only thought-- Well, when we went to church with your brother and Debbie, you said-- Oh. I thought you did express an interest. He'd be glad to talk to you about-- All right! I just wish you had something solid in your life, that's all. I worry. So... What have you been up to? An award, how nice. Is there any payment for that, or... Oh, I see. Well, that's a nice hobby I suppose. Nothing I would ever think to do, of course. Yes. Yes, but... I just think that if you spent that time in a more-- Well, because I'm your mother. I care about you. I worry. At your door? Right now? It's rather late. All right, I'll call you tomorrow then. You won't? How about Wednesday? Any room in your schedule then? Ha ha. Well, they'll wait, won't they? You're just like your father, always running off someplace but never getting anywhere. All right, yes, better go see who's at the door, my goodness. Be careful. Love you. Bye. _______
There are a million pretty girls climbing in the windows, filling up billboards and tv screens like pretty kudzu.
There are a million other girls marking and piercing, trying anything to make themselves different from all the rest.
Be pretty like THAT girl. Be thin like that one. Fit in, fold spindle and mutilate, and most of all keep smiling.
But,...what if you are never meant to fit in? What if you are marked out by God, or life, or nature? What if, Jehanne, what if, Janis, what if, Miss Brains, Miss Butch, Miss Misfit Toy, you believe? you belt it out? you don't let them shame you or shrink you or stop you?
What if you accepted that you were touched by God? Damn, you'd be different. And, damn, wouldn't that be fine? ________
I have become fascinated with Brazilian model Mariana Mendes.
She was born with a birth mark, melanocytic nevus, on her face.
At age six, her mother paid for laser treatment, but it didn't have much effect. Mariana says she's glad it didn't, and doesn't want any more treatment.
She's a model, an internet sensation, and fucking gorgeous.
