Pet pleasures

[Thumpalumpacus]

I get what you're saying ... but I'll be damned if I ever write a poem that ain't pen, ink, and paper. I'm an old-school buzzard that way. No electricity required, except between the ears, y'know?

That was me up until a few years ago. I have rheumatoid pain in my fingers and writing by hand doesn't help. Of course, typing doesn't either. Heh.

"You gotta pay your dues if you want to sing the blues, and you know it don't come easy ... "

I hear you, Mama. Getting back into electric guitar -- which I play standing up -- I now have to adjust to eight or so pounds hanging on a shoulder for ninety minutes supported by a bum hip.

Is it suffering? Is it art? Who bloody cares? You gotta do what you gotta do.