Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Reading Rats, an account of the life of these most despised of animals. A rat can have sex up to twenty times a day. A tide of rats crossing the Volga at some point in the eighteenth century. Highly interesting and creepy. I need a little easy non-fiction to disentangle the synapses after teaching Baraka on "the pretensions of consiousness."

I'm imagining an answer to T.S. Eliot's Cats here. Rats= star, arts, tars, tsar, tras(h), Sart(re).

5 comments:

heliogabalus said...

Tras(h): I learned once in a house what it meant to smell a rat when saying one smelled a rat. Bread and butter was then our bread and butter, and so on. The cats had gotten the cats' tongues, and so on. Or tails rather since in the basement there were feral manx cats that lived on our rats. There were often loaves of bread bored through with rat tunnels in the morning. Rats understand what crust is differently. (…) It is possible when rats are abundant and hungry to trap two in one trap. I have seen this in a case where the only evidence was the two remaining heads left after the other rats had eaten off the bodies. With this sort of infestation a good remedy is to grease the inside of a fifty gallon drum and lay some bait in the bottom, like an incomplete dissertation or a can of sardines. Once a few rats get in the rest will become curious about the discussion until the drum is full of rats scrambling futilely up the greased sides, or whatever one calls the vertical part of the inside of a cylinder. Then one lights the thing afire and rolls the conflagration down the street, chanting psalms. Agreed? (…) Note that hearty rats can pull themselves from under the bar of a trap after it snaps. This is a pretty trick I haven’t learned yet. (…) Nutria can be distinguished from rats by their orange feet and less fragrant pelts. For important occasions like job talks, choose nutria (…) I used to take my girlfriend on rat walks by the East River. After an evening flush with sightings, there is no better feeling then to repair oneself to bed, content. (…) A rat just bit my sister Nell, with Whitey on the moon, we learn from the L.P. entitled The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. Did Gil Scott-Heron consider himself a poet? Or a pied-piper? (…)The German word for pied-piper is Rattenfaenger. Rat-catcher.

And why was the pied piper pied?

I hope this supplements your leisure reading in a useful way, JQB. I am weak on poetics but with rats I can hold my own.

love,

Brook

heliogabalus said...

Tras(h): I learned once in a house what it meant to smell a rat when saying one smelled a rat. Bread and butter was then our bread and butter, and so on. The cats had gotten the cats' tongues, and so on. Or tails rather since in the basement there were feral manx cats that lived on our rats. There were often loaves of bread bored through with rat tunnels in the morning. Rats understand what crust is differently. (…) It is possible when rats are abundant and hungry to trap two in one trap. I have seen this in a case where the only evidence was the two remaining heads left after the other rats had eaten off the bodies. With this sort of infestation a good remedy is to grease the inside of a fifty gallon drum and lay some bait in the bottom, like an incomplete dissertation or a can of sardines. Once a few rats get in the rest will become curious about the discussion until the drum is full of rats scrambling futilely up the greased sides, or whatever one calls the vertical part of the inside of a cylinder. Then one lights the thing afire and rolls the conflagration down the street, chanting psalms. Agreed? (…) Note that hearty rats can pull themselves from under the bar of a trap after it snaps. This is a pretty trick I haven’t learned yet. (…) Nutria can be distinguished from rats by their orange feet and less fragrant pelts. For important occasions like job talks, choose nutria (…) I used to take my girlfriend on rat walks by the East River. After an evening flush with sightings, there is no better feeling then to repair oneself to bed, content. (…) A rat just bit my sister Nell, with Whitey on the moon, we learn from the L.P. entitled The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. Did Gil Scott-Heron consider himself a poet? Or a pied-piper? (…)The German word for pied-piper is Rattenfaenger. Rat-catcher.

And why was the pied piper pied?

I hope this supplements your leisure reading in a useful way, JQB. I am weak on poetics but with rats I can hold my own.

love,

Brook

heliogabalus said...

Tras(h): I learned once in a house what it meant to smell a rat when saying one smelled a rat. Bread and butter was then our bread and butter, and so on. The cats had gotten the cats' tongues, and so on. Or tails rather since in the basement there were feral manx cats that lived on our rats. There were often loaves of bread bored through with rat tunnels in the morning. Rats understand what crust is differently. (…) It is possible when rats are abundant and hungry to trap two in one trap. I have seen this in a case where the only evidence was the two remaining heads left after the other rats had eaten off the bodies. With this sort of infestation a good remedy is to grease the inside of a fifty gallon drum and lay some bait in the bottom, like an incomplete dissertation or a can of sardines. Once a few rats get in the rest will become curious about the discussion until the drum is full of rats scrambling futilely up the greased sides, or whatever one calls the vertical part of the inside of a cylinder. Then one lights the thing afire and rolls the conflagration down the street, chanting psalms. Agreed? (…) Note that hearty rats can pull themselves from under the bar of a trap after it snaps. This is a pretty trick I haven’t learned yet. (…) Nutria can be distinguished from rats by their orange feet and less fragrant pelts. For important occasions like job talks, choose nutria (…) I used to take my girlfriend on rat walks by the East River. After an evening flush with sightings, there is no better feeling then to repair oneself to bed, content. (…) A rat just bit my sister Nell, with Whitey on the moon, we learn from the L.P. entitled The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. Did Gil Scott-Heron consider himself a poet? Or a pied-piper? (…)The German word for pied-piper is Rattenfaenger. Rat-catcher.

And why was the pied piper pied?

I hope this supplements your leisure reading in a useful way, JQB. I am weak on poetics but with rats I can hold my own.

love,

Brook

heliogabalus said...

Tras(h): I learned once in a house what it meant to smell a rat when saying one smelled a rat. Bread and butter was then our bread and butter, and so on. The cats had gotten the cats' tongues, and so on. Or tails rather since in the basement there were feral manx cats that lived on our rats. There were often loaves of bread bored through with rat tunnels in the morning. Rats understand what crust is differently. (…) It is possible when rats are abundant and hungry to trap two in one trap. I have seen this in a case where the only evidence was the two remaining heads left after the other rats had eaten off the bodies. With this sort of infestation a good remedy is to grease the inside of a fifty gallon drum and lay some bait in the bottom, like an incomplete dissertation or a can of sardines. Once a few rats get in the rest will become curious about the discussion until the drum is full of rats scrambling futilely up the greased sides, or whatever one calls the vertical part of the inside of a cylinder. Then one lights the thing afire and rolls the conflagration down the street, chanting psalms. Agreed? (…) Note that hearty rats can pull themselves from under the bar of a trap after it snaps. This is a pretty trick I haven’t learned yet. (…) Nutria can be distinguished from rats by their orange feet and less fragrant pelts. For important occasions like job talks, choose nutria (…) I used to take my girlfriend on rat walks by the East River. After an evening flush with sightings, there is no better feeling then to repair oneself to bed, content. (…) A rat just bit my sister Nell, with Whitey on the moon, we learn from the L.P. entitled The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. Did Gil Scott-Heron consider himself a poet? Or a pied-piper? (…)The German word for pied-piper is Rattenfaenger. Rat-catcher.

And why was the pied piper pied?

I hope this supplements your leisure reading in a useful way, JQB. I am weak on poetics but with rats I can hold my own.

love,

Brook

Jasper Bernes said...

Yes, dear friend, rats like academics are produced spontaneously by social failures--upon the garbage heaps, beside the condemned buildings, we proclaim our moribund specifities.