Today, early on a
Saturday morning, I'm
trying a little trick I
learned from Bukowski.
I put on some classical
music and I am trying
to write.
Beethoven's 5th in C minor.
I sit in my favorite chair and
watch my black cat lie on the
back of the loveseat and
watch the snowfall.
She looks triumphant,
but it could just be the music.
The philodendrons that hang
around the house and the
bamboo plants seem happier, too.
There's no hope for the palm tree.
Well, the main thing is that I put the
pen to paper, and Beethoven,
my cat and you came along for the
ride.
Maybe the cellos, violins, and
trombones will fertilize my
creativity.
Now, my other two cats have joined
the fun.
They wrestle by the heater and laugh at
all the fat, rich *******.
I just did a podcast out of Vietnam. It was cool. Here's a link.
https://www.facebook.com/ondra.nemcik.75/videos/1031040335582922
Here is a link to my brand new poetry reading I did on You tube.