Writings
The subway, a black cat with yellow eyes, a symbol of superstition, but helpless, terrorized by the “other” cat, a fat furry cat sitting in front of a fireplace, familiar and confident in her surroundings.
In a subway of Manhattan, the words “Pray, pray, pray” are scrawled in blue chalk upon grey columns under the earth. In California, the same words, in blue chalk, are written in easy script on a pink stucco building and are lit by a warm and dry sun. Each cat stalks its own ground.
This has been the prelude to a scenario in which I am the black cat with yellow eyes and also the fat, furry, familiar one. The Cheshire cat is the unknown factor, the implementor.
Fat, furry, familiar one – “Why are we doing this together?”
Black cat with yellow eyes – “It can only be as antagonists. Me the protagonist.”
Fat, furry, familiar one – “Me the reformer.”
Black cat with yellow eyes – “Me the bad child.”
Fat, furry, familiar one – “Me the schoolmaster.”
Black cat with yellow eyes – “Me the mongrel shrew.”
Fat, furry, familiar one – “Me the gentile princess.”
Black cat with yellow eyes – “I’m willing to spar with you.”
Fat, furry, familiar one – “But on what grounds?”
Black cat with yellow eyes – “The implements of construction or destruction will differ greatly.”
Upstairs, the “Little Fascist Cheshire Cat” licks his chops, and with a mocking smile upon his puss, states that the fat, furry, familiar one and the black cat with yellow eyes, should taste of each other.
Is the Cheshire cat the oyster, the grain of sand or the pearl?