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IMPEACH IMMEDIATELY
The only solution to the Trump problem, which continues with Trump encouraging insurrection today, the only solution is for the Democrat-controlled congress to THREATEN Trump that if he tweets or says anything further about fraudulent elections and stolen presidency that he will be removed from office in public disgrace. And they should threaten to use their power to remove him for unsoundness of mind and follow through! If he tweets a word or speaks publicly other than to apologize he should be summarily removed.
That is in our power and he has gone too far one last time.
I’m disgusted that the cops retreated faced with a largely white mob. We know that any Black Lives Matter crowd would have been dispersed early with tear gas and gun fire — simply disgusted!
AprÈs ski? APrès 40 Inches OF SNOW!


Poeme: Rondel #2 (edited)
BAH FUMISTERIE!
Je n’aime pas les jours de fêtes
Dont toute l’année paraît remplie,
Toutes les choses inaccomplies,
Les choix, qui terminent en défaite,
Des surprises toujours imparfaites
Achetées en pleine frénésie,
Je n’aime pas les jours de fêtes
Dont toute l’année parait remplie.
Même Noel, la fête surfaite,
Est devenu une maladie
De trop d’achats faits à crédit.
Tout ça me laisse insatisfaite.
Je n’aime pas les jours de fêtes.
translation:
BAH HUMBUG!
I dont much like holidays
With which the year seems filled
Everything left undone
Ending in defeat, my choice
Of surprises all imperfect
Bought in a frenzy
I don’t much like holidays
With which the year seems filled
Even Christmas that day of excess
Has become an illness,
too much bought on credit
All this leaves me unsatisfied.
I don’t much like holidays.
Poème
RONDEL
(mon premier essai après avoir lu le “Rondel” de Charles Guinot et d’autres poètes.)
L’automne a dérobé le vert
Dans lequel l’été s’habille
Ses bruns et roux deviennent, l’hiver,
Des blancs sur toutes les brindilles
Il faut les neiges de l’hiver
Pour les roses et les jonquilles
L’automne doit dérober le vert
Dans lequel l’été s’habille
Les blancs gelés retournent aux verts
Des fleurs décorent les brindilles
Il fait chaud, le soleil brille…
Mais tout changera vers son contraire.
L’automne va dérober le vert
Dans lequel l’été s’habille.
Eng trans
Autumn has stolen the green in which summer dresses itself
it’s browns and russets become winter whites on all the twigs
winter snows are necessary for roses and daffodils to grow
Autumn must steal the green in which summer dresses
frozen whites will turn to greens, flowers adorn the twigs
it’s warm, the sun shines, but all changes to its opposite
autumn will steal the green in which summer dresses.
NOvember Art



I HOPE McCONNELL GOES DOWN ALONG WITH THE TRUMPTANIC!


Anti-Psychiatry Art – PSYCHOPOLY
An article about my art
Newest art work
Michael E Balkunas MD, chief of psychiatry at New Britain General Hospital — what did he do?
This man is Michael E Balkunas MD
and he was chief of the W-1 unit of adult psychiatry at HOCC aka New Britain General Hospital in central connecticut in 2014, when I was hospitalized there for approximately a month. During that month he and his staff repeatedly brutalized me, including having guards strip me naked and restrain me, they laughed even as I said that they were enjoying the rape, spread-eagling my limbs into the restraint cuffs without even trying to cover me. This happened multiple times but when I informed the “doctor” what they had done, he hotly denied it, and called me a liar. But I was not and am not a liar and all I can say is, he was fucking the wrong person, because I hope to make his life the hell that he made mine… and I intend to do so by telling the truth, as loud and often as I need to. Because the truth not only will set me free, it just might one day teach monsters like Balkunas a badly needed lesson.
Beaded bowls, 2” across, for sale
PIETA DE LA LIBERTÉ
Lady Liberty and dying asylum seeker child
Why I Live an Un-regulated Life
In truth, if you came here to find out how not to live a regulated life, by which I mean one not bound by routines and self-made Rules with a capital R, I may disappoint in what follows. Why? Because while I trust that my life, lacking as it is in almost all “regulated structure”, has a “mind of its own” and in that sense as much purpose as any other, I confess that this free-spirit eschewing of everything and anything routine is less by choice than by temperament.
Not that I have not tried, mightily, to instill in myself the values of routine, attempting to establish even one single habit that might tame a few of these impulses to spontaneity that don’t in fact help me. Okay, phoebe, be specific, name one! Well, in point of fact, i do not eat, sleep or even brush my teeth on any routine or scheduled or regulated basis….This is not troubling to me in terms of the first two: i live alone and have no intimate relationship, so when and where I sleep or eat is really nobody else’s concern. But my mouth is full of dental work that cost a mint, so the fact that I do not brush my teeth…period, let alone on a regular or scheduled basis could be seen as a problem. If it were not for frequent dental visits and a family who at least saw to it that my teeth were taken care of, I might be lacking them altogether.
But if my title above enticed you, you did not come here to read about my lack of dental hygiene or the drawbacks to living as I do, free of routines. One might see me as either free-spirited or run-amock, depending on how you perceive my life-style of spontaneously going with the flow and hoping for or anticipating the best outcome. As I said, this is not entirely by choice, as I seem to thrive (mostly) on doing things on a “what do I feel like doing now?” basis, rather than according to any schedule. Temperament? Most likely…though I can say that I was not always this way, or so comfortable with being and living the spontaneous life. As a child I was known as the Neatnik, the one whose room was meticulous all the time, and who knew where everything was placed or kept, down to the toothpicks in my antiqued-in-6th-grade-secretary-desk, lower left hand drawer, upper right quadrant, in a handmade box, next to the pen nibs in another box…(you see what I mean?)
if i used to be neat to an extreme and thrived on order, what the heck happened? I shake my head, wondering about the transformation myself…it may be that I was wrongly “typed” as the stoic, neatnik child, when my true nature was much more free wheeling. I know my parents had to pigeonhole each of us, their children, in order to “make sense of us” but did so on the basis of what they wanted to see not on what was there by nature. But maybe, too, there was a change as I grew up, either temperamentally or as a kind of rebellion, and assertion of who I really am.
Most or many people I know could not live as I do, and would neither want to or find it comfortable. I cannot seem to live any other way. But I will also say that if you are comfortable with routines and schedules, go for it. Find out who you really are and not who your parents decided you were, way back when. You can’t do more than survive, which is to say, you can only THRIVE when you know and are true to yourself and to what your needs and feelings are.
Sometime I will write about Nonviolent Communication and how it changed my life. Talk about not being spontaneous! This is a system and a tool for resolving interpersonal conflicts as well as developing a better self-rapport, and while you can learn to use it spontaneously , at first it feels rigid and constricting and even artificial. (But so what? I mean, baking bread is artificial, and so is using any electricity or a boat to ferry you across a river…what isn’t?). But those skilled in NVC are also some of the most accepting, tolerant and loving people I have ever met…so even if I do it on more or less spontaneous basis, i aim for such a state of being.
KAMALA HARRIS— PORTRAIT
Protected: TRUMP UNDER SEAL (Email me for access to images)
Reposting Papier Mache pieces from ten years ago
Another great song/video with translation
La vie est belle
(translated by phoebe who takes all responsability for errors )
Mon banquier pense que j’aurais besoin que l’on m’aide
My banker thinks that I need someone to help me
Tandis que mon psy dit que j’aurais plutôt besoin qu’on m’aime
While my shrink says that I really need someone to love me
Le temps qui passe nous mène toujours face à nous même
Time passing leads us always face to face back to ourselves
Si ce n’est pas moi, qui résoudra mes problèmes?
If this isn’t me, what/who will solve my problems?
On m’a dit, tu te prends trop la tête
They told me You’re too much in your head
Essaye de mieux voir combien la vie est belle la vie t’ouvre les bras
Try harder to see how life is beautiful, life opens it arms to you
Je me suis dit, ah ça, la vie est belle
Je told myself oh yes, life is beautiful
Peut être pour toi qui vis comme dans un rêve vêtu d’or et de soie
Perhaps for you who live as if in a dream dressed in gold or silk
Ah ça, la vie est belle
Ah life is beautiful
Ah ça, la vie est belle
Maman me voyait devenir architecte ou médecin
Mommy saw me becoming an architect or doctor
Je taffe à l’usine, mon boss me voit comme un vaut-rien
I work at a factory (where) my boss sees me as worthless
Papa m’a dit ce n’est pas un métier musicien
Daddy tells me that being a musician is no career
Laisse moi fermer les yeux au moins jusqu’à demain
Let me close my eyes at least till tomorrow
On m’a dit, tu te prends trop la tête
They tell me, You’re too much In your head
On m’a dit, tu te prends trop la tête
They tell me, you are too much in your head
Essaye de mieux voir combien la vie est belle, la vie t’ouvre les bras
Try harder to see how life is beautiful life opens it’s arms to you
Je me suis dit, ah ça, la vie est belle
I told myself ah that, yes, life is beautiful
Peut être pour toi qui vis comme dans un rêve vêtu d’or et de soie
Maybe for you who live as if in a dream dressed in gold or silk
Ah ça, la vie est belle
Ah ça, la vie est belle
Oh, that, life is beautiful
On m’a dit, tu te prends trop la tête
They tell me, you are too much in your head
Essaye de mieux voir combien la vie est belle, la vie t’ouvre les bras
Try harder to see how life is beautiful, how life opens it’s arms to you
Je me suis dit, ah ça, la vie est belle
I told myself how yeah’ life is beautiful
Peut être pour toi qui vis comme dans un rêve vêtu d’or et de soie
Maybe for you who live as if in a dream dressed in gold or silk
Ah ça, la vie est belle
Ah ça, la vie est belle
Song, in French with translation
Phoebe’s translation:
Ever since we were kids,
My friend, we struggled,
But now that we are men
I want to put the oars/ struggles behind us
If tears come to you
Come then, and give them to me
Gypsy men and women
This is what we were made for
Tiago, I have taken the time to write you
A song in a thousand smiles
Tiago I have put in the time to say it
But my friend, I will be here for the worst
Whoever makes fun of you
Also makes fun of me
In 20 years you will see
How we will laugh (about it)
If that turns into a fight
We will play it four-handed
Gypsies
God gives us fists (for this purpose)
Tiago, I have taken the time to write you
A song in a thousand smiles
Tiago I have put in the time to say it,
But my friend, I will be here for the worst.
My friend, Tiago.
(Repeated)
The girlfriend who leaves
And will never return
It’s about time for us to see each other, yes,
And talk about you
If your heart is broken
Bring it here now
Gypsies,
We are good repairmen.
Tiago, I have taken the time to write you
A song in a thousand smiles
Tiago I have put in the time to say it,
But Tiago my friend…
Tiago, I have taken the time to write you
A song in a thousand smiles
Tiago I have put in the time to say it
But my friend I will be here for the worst.
Tiago