down on the farm

I’m happy to report that nearly all of the posts here in this blog show up on their own. There’s nothing, and then there’s something. Last Friday, ‘JoJo Rabbit,’ a few days before, ‘Linda Eastman McCartney.’ Possibly (a tomorrow) the airing out of the song “I Belong to the Blank Generation” by Richard Hell and the Voidoids, where “Blank” is brimming with life, and the stars in the sky maintain their silence. You should hear them at 4am.

Like yesterday’s photo of so many painted kitties. The kitty on the left – “Donnie’s Cat” – my attempt at ‘Figurative,’ done from a photo I took when I was crashing for free in Donnie’s spare bedroom one of the times my life was falling apart. It was maybe 1986. Donnie now with alzheimer’s, the cat likely long gone, me left here to write this stuff.

As I type, these words from a Zen Master filling the vacuum of my mind – “That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.”