Faded-yellow sunshine finally scuttling the overcast here this late-afternoon Tuesday on California’s north coast — pale light it is, as supposedly rain starting tomorrow night and mostly-wet through the weekend.

Dreary this morning, and seemingly the last few days, weeks, and for at least a month.
Life and the news has become so tedious, the ability to put words on a page becomes more like work, and not a natural movement in the order of things.

(Illustration: Pablo Picasso’s ‘Agonizing Horse,’ found here).

So dump-downward yesterday, I didn’t post due to non-technical problems — computer goes crazy, Internet goes down, etc. — which for the work-week is a rare event.
Only in a tiny-handful of times the last six-eight years where I hadn’t put together at least some item for the Monday-Friday cycle — no one cares, of course, visitors to Compatible Creatures are way-few and way-between, and the only one disappointed is me. The daily-posting-goal just a personal literary aspiration, and I usually feel like emotional shit, or something, and just don’t give-a-fat-rat’s-ass.

Blend the horror of the worldwide news cycle into my own personal crisis situation and so comes the ‘don’t give-a-fat-rat’s ass‘ feeling again. Seeking solace, I ‘discovered‘ this ditty from my most-favorite poet — Miss Emily Dickinson, and relief:

“Much Madness is divinest Sense –
To a discerning Eye –
Much Sense – the starkest Madness –
‘Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail –
Assent – and you are sane –
Demur – you’re straightway dangerous –
And handled with a Chain -“

I look forward to seeing “A Quiet Passion,” the much-touted movie with Cynthia Nixon in the title role, which should be on my streaming list soon, I hope — it came out in April.

How can you handle the time in this crazed environment when struck by a name like ‘Reality Winner,’ and not laugh insanely?