Category Archives: Art

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!

If you look at the car in the background, you will see the depth of the snow! My car in foreground had already been cleaned off completely an hour before…
my homemade vest and booties, made from an old jacket. The bootie soles were cut from old work mittens. All hand sewn.

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

Artist trading cards 2.5 by 3.5 inches…against centimeter measure. The Dalaï Lama and a nurse from Médecins sans frontières
Beaded Altoids mints container, each bead inserted individually onto the wax coated tin by means of a needle.
after Edward lunchs famous painting, in beads on 2 inch gourd bowl

Michael E Balkunas MD, chief of psychiatry at New Britain General Hospital — what did he do?

This man is Michael E Balkunas MD

Michael E Balkunas MD psychiatrist in charge of W-1 at New Britain General Hospital in Connecticut
This man was solely responsible for the torture of patients on his unit

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.

Done at Care Bed in St Johnsbury VT in Nov 2014 Pamela Spiro Wagner

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.

Another great song/video with translation

La vie est belle

Thomas Nassi

(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