Sunday, February 27, 2011

Are You Drinking? | Charles Bukowski

washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook
out again
I write from the bed
as I did last
will see the doctor,
"yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head-
aches and my back
"are you drinking?" he will ask.
"are you getting your
exercise, your
I think that I am just ill
with life, the same stale yet
even at the track
I watch the horses run by
and it seems
I leave early after buying tickets on the
remaining races.
"taking off?" asks the motel
"yes, it's boring,"
I tell him.
"If you think it's boring
out there," he tells me, "you oughta be
back here."
so here I am
propped up against my pillows
just an old guy
just an old writer
with a yellow
something is
walking across the
oh, it's just
my cat

Harry the Cat

© Despina Paramani

Jules Champfleury

"There is no more intrepid explorer than a kitten."

Roger Waters & Cats

Photographer unknown

Janis Joplin & Cat

Photographer unknown

Bob Dylan with his Son Jesse & Cat, 1968

Photographer unknown

Jim Davis

"Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them."

Friday, February 25, 2011

By Marty Neumeier for the New York Art Expo 1983

1983, Neumeier, poster published by Gazelle Editions

Winston Churchill

"I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals."

Dogtooth: The Cat

Love Is A Piece Of Paper Torn To Bits | Charles Bukowski

all the beers was poisoned and the capt. went down
and the mate and the cook
and we had nobody to grab sail
and the N. wester ripped the sheets like toenails
and we pitched like crazy
the hull tearing its sides
and all the time in the corner
some punk had a drunken slut (my wife)
and was pumping away
like nothing was happening
and the cat kept looking at me
and crawling in the pantry
amongst the clanking dishes
with flowers and vines painted on them
untill I couldnt stand it anymore
and took the thing
and heaved it
the side.

More Warhol Cats!

Richard George | Sylvia Plath's Cats

Their breath was clean, or harsh and sour
according to her moods:
and when they sensed a coming storm
they crept into corners.
Today she is a remote eminence,
tall and cold as Alaska:
but the cats understood her
as something young and brittle
like bamboo
that cuts you when it breaks.
When she died, apart from them
they felt her passing over
as a seismic change of frequency:
they never quite forgot her
and when something reminded them
they purred, nervously.

No one writes their biography. 

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

© Klem (2)

Thanks to Irene An

Two Cats | Ewart Milne (1903-1987)

Two Cats
One up a tree
One under the tree
The cat up a tree is he
The cat under the tree is she
The tree is witch elm, just incidentally.
He takes no notice of she, she takes no notice of he.
He stares at the woolly clouds passing, she stares at the tree.
There's been a lot written about cats, by Old Possum, Yeats and Company
But not Alfred de Musset or Lord Tennyson or Poe or anybody
Wrote about one cat under, and one cat up, a tree.
God knows why this should be left for me
Except I like cats as cats be
Especially one cat up
And one cat under
A witch elm

The "Cat Works" Collection by Ray Thompson

The Enemy is Syphilis

© Ray Thompson

Consulting his muse

© Ray Thompson

Poetry by Maurice

Louis J. Camuti

"Cat people are different to the extent that they generally are not conformists. How could they be with a cat running their lives?"

Karel Appel (1921-2006) | Cat

oil on canvas - 1953

Roy Jamini | Cat And Fish

Tempera on card

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Saturday, February 19, 2011

© Tony Mendoza | Ernie (3)

Cleveland Amory

"Cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human mind. They realize that we have an infuriating inability to understand, let alone follow, even the simplest and most explicit of directions." 

Female Animal

Friday, February 18, 2011