Sad Tonight as Woman and (Mostly) New Yorker
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ManicDDaily 
September 20, 2016 at 7:33 am
Boo. Should we do this on our wordpress readers? Really? Don’t we get enough of it everywhere else? K, I’ve followed you for six or seven years now…. Frankly blatant political talk makes me think less of people who do it and I’m having trouble justifying that with the wonderful little elephant creator I’ve come to know and respect so dearly over the years. Rhetoric only continues to divide. And our personal opinions are our own, they will not change anyone else’s…
September 24, 2016 at 1:59 pm
Yes. (answer to your first question)
Yes. (answer to your second question)
Yes. (answer to your third question). We get enough, a lot, too much, but the lunatic who is running for the White House in YOUR country, must be stopped. By any means possible.
Greetings from London.
September 27, 2016 at 7:30 am
My point exactly. Not only must I hear this every second of every day in my own country, I get to hear from Cubans in London too. If I had a nickel for every Democrat who was talked into voting Republican, or vice-versa, then I wouldn’t have any nickels at all. Poetry is my leisure, my passion. I come here to escape the lunacy for a few moments every day.
September 21, 2016 at 3:41 am
I’m with Karin! Why anyone would criticize you for expressing your grief and anguish here is, well … too typical for the online world and the odious backdrop of earnest political expression. Like the Japanese folk saying goes, love and happiness is rooted in piss and shit; politics and poetry are the strangest yet most apt bedmates for having heart in this world. Anyway … Trump is the candidate of choice for both ISIS and Putin, he is the magic dust for terror. And the vilification of Hillary, so much like that raged against Eleanor Roosevelt, says that misogyny and racism are as viral as ever, deeper and more dangerous for our thinking that a black president or female presidential candidate surely cures such things. I’m with poetry, Hillary, heart and world.
September 21, 2016 at 5:26 am
Thanks so much, Brendan, for your supportive comment. I thought a lot about posting political things here and posted some on Medium but this is a much easier platform for me– just in terms is software and comfort– and so I have done a few here. The whole election has been so difficult and disheartening, but it’s also so important. I also think it’s important to speak out for Hillary as there is so much negativity — people act as if no one could actually like her. Anyway, thanks much!
September 22, 2016 at 5:36 pm
Hillary all the way. Shame I can’t vote.
It’s your blog, your post, your words, your illustrations, your life and your politics. You don’t like it? Do not read, do not comment. SImpe as. End of. 🙂
Greetings from London.
September 26, 2016 at 7:11 am
So–fine for you to post all kinds of out and out political propaganda–(which is all your ‘feelings’ boil down to, an identification by gender with a multimillionaire who doesn’t know you exist or care) but when I make a slanting reference to *my* feelings about the election, I’ m threatening your identity? So glad you feel it’s okay for your side to have full artistic expression. Very glad I am out of poetry if this is what it has become.
September 26, 2016 at 7:16 am
Hi Joy. I’m doing poetry too and you’re right, I do have some concerns about mixing it up with politics as don’t want to alienate people as it seems to do. You shouldn’t be out of poetry because of anything I post, or that anyone posts. I’m very sorry that it makes you feel that way. And I never intended to make you or anyone feel that their poems are threatening my identity; I probably chatter too much. I mean I certainly think through my own positions but not the effect of my chatter. For that, I am profoundly sorry. K.