From our stacks: Cover detail from The Goodbye Cat : Seven Cat Stories. Hiro Arikawa. Translated by Philip Gabriel. New York: Berkley, 2023.
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From our stacks: Cover detail from The Goodbye Cat : Seven Cat Stories. Hiro Arikawa. Translated by Philip Gabriel. New York: Berkley, 2023.
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~ to the immortal cat living beside our garage, goodbye
Again and again I am set down like a pen
Soaked dry of its ink and breadth.
Or should I, find a better image
Weave a finer metaphor that could please your depth
I a wine, you a vessel or a cage
Perhaps the latter because I have bled out
From my form into a shallow pool ill at ease to rout
A way away from this fish-bowl, here enough
Circles we have swum, meaningless and wan
Often fast and often slow, here often a laugh
Could echo, heedless the glass.
But enough indeed, it is too high a rung to pass.
Even the very tight-held rag doll
Cannot hold at its limbs when you let it fall
Too many a times from the kitchen stall.
Yes, it was like a dream dear kin
I reached, out of time, to break the surface of sleep
And it is lost forever before it could fully begin
The kind of dream you lose from the inception of clarity
And hope and bit of desire all drugging you down to sin.
- pollosky-in-blue
You Are | Kim Yugyeom
im so fucking happy the past two days have been so amazing
Downwards Spiral
I put the blame of missing food onto my son’s cat! It seems everyone bought it but Peter. I could finally be happy and throw the cat out, but it seems we got caught living up here, by a thief! It seems this won't end well.
I just wanna fall in love.
Soaked in sweat love, falling down a pit with no end love. Aching, grasping, clawing love.
It’s summer and I’m feeling empty without a man to chase.
they keep showing nick and im just praying that cat is still alive
My father, everyone.