War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
An alteration for the current nowadays: I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence And so the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations…
Clear and a bit chilly this late-afternoon Sunday here in California’s Central Valley — no matter how you look at it, in the morning we’ll face another Monday. If we survive the night, that is … And adding fuel to a shitlist of ugly shit from that stinky piece of shit, the T-Rump, the last…
Drizzling rain this early-evening Saturday here in California’s Central Valley — supposedly a few days of wet ahead. A good thing considering wildfires, drought, and such I haven’t posted much lately. Even if you just half-assed follow the news, you’d still come to grips/understand the anti-creative horror of what we’re endearing. And if you pay…
Bright, though, already fading sunshine this late-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley. And from all indications while out in the backyard just a while ago taking a couple of tokes on the old pipe, the air was really, real still with hardly any wisp of wind — what breeze there was felt chilled, stipulating…
Overcast and getting darker this early-evening Sunday here in California’s Central Valley, a foggy impending conclusion to a rather beautiful, sunshine-filled day, though, a bit on the chilly side. In tolerable levels well beyond any required whine, however. Posting off a rather nice feature I read this afternoon on Jimmy Carter, whose funeral is upcoming,…
Drizzling-misty rain and cold this late afternoon Friday here in California’s Central Valley — wet, chilled weather seemingly for the times. First post in two weeks, and only the sixth since election day. Shitty, but I’ve not had anywhere-near an overwhelming desire to write/postulate/or wax whatever about our current, real-time experience. One which seemingly already…
Cold and foggy this late-afternoon Friday here in California’s Central Valley — although there’s still some daylight flickering, it’s a gloomy, dark-shadowed end to another work week in this festered era of non-seasonal melancholy. Seemingly, this year’s tule fog version is worse, thicker, and deeply damp — join the festivities. This is my first post…
Thick-colorless, gloomy-rainy skies bathed in a downer-gray, ash-flavored ambiance this late-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley. A few words right up front guaranteed to immediately bring you right down. However, young Neil begs to differ: One of my favorite go-to-sad-fun songs for now going on 50 years. Snarky-righteous Young jokes in his intro on…
Clear-blue skies and plenty of sunshine this late-afternoon Monday here in California’s Central Valley — the beautiful outside is way-tempered by chilled-ass wind bursts, which conspired with mid-50s temps to create in real-time/real-life the first ‘cold-as-shit‘ day of the year. In my view, anyway, a seasonal quick adjustment from fried-heat of a seemingly never-ending summer…
(Illustration out front: Edvard Munch‘s ‘The Scream,’ lithograph version, found here.) This early-evening Wednesday is still too premature to adequately address the absolute horror shock from this morning. I turned out the lights last night before going to bed, even after re-checking CNN for further election update results (as a stress-reducer of sorts, I’d been watching “Castle”…
