SENTENCE TRUMP NOW

Five people dead, that's five murders of which Donald Trump is indisputably guilty by inciting the riot which killed them. Whatever the other crimes he will try to wriggle out of, this brand new one has all the evidence in plain sight and in words out of his own mouth heard by everyone. What is the law waiting for? This criminal must be arrested, tried and sentenced NOW before he can do more irreparable damage.

POINTING TOWARDS THE MOON

Vincent has honoured me by publishing on his blog a wayfarer's notes an email I sent him five years ago in response to a post of his Fingers and Moon at that time. Here's the link to Vincent's current post:

https://rochereau.wordpress.com/2021/01/05/being-human-with-what-weve-got/

He asked me for an image to illustrate the current post so I sent him these two.

NEW YEAR

VACCINATED

I got a call to go and get the Covid vaccine this afternoon at a local Health Centre. So I'm going. But I hope there won't be any of that applause and tv cameras bullshit. I mean, come on! Applause for being still alive although chronologically past it? I will humbly accept applause, preferably with absurd amounts of cash attached, when it's for my work and/or my wonderfulness but I had nothing to do with getting old. Applaud whatever or whoever is in charge of destiny. It ain't me.

HAPPY EVERYTHING TODAY

LONELY SEASON

Here is the original Eleanor Rigby by John Lennon from Yellow Submarine.

CRACKED CHRISTMAS

It's cracked and it's dark but some light is still coming through. Let's celebrate the light my dear friends, and thank you so much for your presence right here, all year, I rely on it, rejoice in it, need it, love it.

A SONG FOR NOW

The album cover image is not about the song I am sharing here. I heard only a fragment of it and spent the night searching the internet for the rest. It's not the well-known romantic Santa Lucia, this one is by singer-songwriter Francesco De Gregori.I've translated his lyrics for you but not well enough.

Santa Lucia

For all those who have eyes

and a heart, when eyes are not enough.

Tranquility for all those who go to sea,

and for every tear on your dress,

for those who didn’t understand.

Santa Lucia,

to those who drink in the night,die in the night,read in the night

and fall under the last train.

To friends who pace back and forth,

to those who have lost heart and wings.

To those who live at crossroads of the winds

and are burned alive.

To easy people who never have doubts,

to our crown of stars and thorns.

To our fear of the dark and of fantasy.

Santa Lucia,

the violin of the poor is a sunken boat,

and a little boy on the second floor,

who sings and laughs out of tune,

he has far to go, make it sweet for him,

down to the rain in his shoes,

and even his solitude.

ADVICE

FOR THE NEW YEAR NOT YET HERE