I’m still trying to stay on top of everything, but last week kicked me in the behind. If only I could clone myself. I used to like that movie Multiplicity where the man is cloned several times. Remember that? It wasn’t a great movie or a popular one, but Michael Keaton is one of my favorite actors. I am always hoping to clone myself, but that unlike the Keaton character in the movie, I can control the clones–perhaps even operate their brains ;).
Not only did I have a jam-packed week, but a lot of little stuff went wrong. My anxiety level increased as the stress did. I’m wondering if this anxiety is a byproduct of The Artist’s Way program. So far I’ve gotten some advice from a TAW Facebook group. We’ll see how it goes.
But I am happy to report that I snagged a 2020 publication this week.
Still, if only I could learn from my cats that time pools up between our paws when we let it do so. If we’re chasing after it, we’ll never catch it.
How’s about this Marge Piercy cat poem?
THE CAT’S SONGMine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness.My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, saysthe cat making on your chest his gesture of drawingmilk from his mother’s forgotten breasts.*Let us walk in the woods, says the cat.I’ll teach you to read the tabloid of scents,to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt.Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat.*You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends,says the cat, although I am more equal than you.Can you leap twenty times the height of your body?Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs?*Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch.My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard.My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the morningswalking round and round your bed and into your face.*Come I will teach you to dance as naturallyas falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word*of fur. I will teach you to be still as an eggand to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.