went water
foto by smith
everywhere we walk or bicycle here in south france, the air is steeped in the sour grape mash smell of newly fermenting wine… makes me think of a moonshine still i never saw on top a high and very quiet hill - sort of a heap still steep hill still.
at the village market today i was petting an affectionate cat in back of an open van filled with merchandise - the owner scurried over because she couldn’t figure out why i was caressing her goods - thought i might be fondling the merchandise. she saw the cat who wasn’t supposed to be in there and threw him out. i was doing good, while she feared i was doing bad. appearance is so heisenbergian - you see that for which you look, your answer depends on what you ask.
since appearance is such, after i’m safely dead and can’t disturb the sheep people anymore, when they make a movie of my life, i want young wild smith to be played by samuel l jackson, older wiser smith by morgan freeman, and in-between smith portrayed by jodi foster - while my wife lady k wants to be played by sigourney weaver. mom would be susan saranden, dad tommy lee jones, my brother fritz the cat, my long lost sister satan. or if it’s going to be a comedy, lady will be played by shelly duvall and i’ll be hervé villechaize, or zelda rubinstein, or gary coleman, or maybe morris the cat.
recently walking, i came upon a cat with a mouse in its mouth. startled, it dropped the mouse and started to slink by me. in a gentle voice i said “you’d better get your mouse.” cat went back to the moving mouse, picked it up, and went on by me.
foto by smith
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