trying to write about going hungry in the empire in some sort of inspired , arty, poetic , grab the reader by the cojones type of way...its not an easy task. it does not work in the interest of good art to be putting up walls to protect myself, but getting past all the classist, ableist, capitalist crap in the world about poor people is hard stuff.
the wind is howling today, could see gusts to 60 mph...not something i associate with otherwise green and luscious june at all. But word has it that wind is only gonna get worse here with the whole climate death scenario. lovely.
funny how both the hunger and the wind can then so easily transition to the fucking bush clan and those goddam democrat corporate cowards we foolishly elected to end the war thinking that democracy was actually intact somewhere somehow....
reminds me of my youthful anarcho days when i used to listen to crass..." left wing, right wing...they're all the fucking same."
i'm so bone weary of all the waste and death and resources sucked up by the mighty war machine.
so weary of wealth.
Lupe was finally sheared...shorn? The jury is out...my sheep are chubby....sigh. guess the good news is that i don't need as much hay next winter, which means more food for me!
this post isn't very cheery eh?.... well, in more upbeat news ...it appears i'm in some sort of film thats been doing quite well at assorted film festivals around the country. Its screening in albuquerque this month so i'm gonna head down and check it out.(a summer bonus is that i can make such a trip for free since in the warm weather my car runs on waste veg. oil yay!) Its called "committing poetry in a time of war"....if you find it playing in a town near you...go see it!