I have no idea what is happening – it’s like throwing pennies off a bridge. I just can’t get comfortable – it seems like the only thing that connects my life and art together is pain – it’s painful when I put them together – and more painful when I pull them apart. In 2007 I quit straddling the pain, quit my job, and moved to a rural studio in New York State. I work on creative projects, work on my life, and work on the day-to-day necessities of existence. No cell phone, no social media, no networking. But as I work on the books displayed on this author’s page; I feel another kind of pain — the pain of not working on something else: my printmaking and drawing are being neglected, my poetry output is a dripping faucet, and it looks like I’ll be telling NYFA that the Idea Enhancement Project just added another year to its timeline. When I read what I’ve just written; it’s as true as anything I can think of — but then so is the opposite: I need to process everything that happens . . .
September 8, 2021
Words and music from Spillboard's Top 100 Industrial Farming Songs of All Time — featuring: "Killing Me Softly With His Shit," "Spray-drops Keep Fallin' on My Head," "Hey Rube," "Imagine No More CAFOs," "As Slime Goes By," "Ruined River," "Another Well Bites The Dust," "I Want To Own Your Land," "You Blight Up My Life," "Don't Step on My Blue Baby's Shoes," and 90 more classic dystopian farming tunes.