secret evil of my id
cat by Lady K - foto by smith
bits in pieces . . . notes from my pocket poetry pad.
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a laugh a day keeps the fascists away.
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lady said she’s glad i went right instead of wrong. replied you either work on yourself or you don’t. some can’t. some won’t.
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we saw “I’m Not There,” Todd Haynes’ symbolic metaphoric bio-pic of Bob Dylan. the film used 7 actors, 2 genders; 2 races, many ages to portray Dylan’s life and career. good stuff. only know two people who handle word play at such a level - William Shakespeare and Bob Dylan. Dylan’s more relevant, and the better poet.
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life is possibility shock.
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28 degrees fahreinheit here with wind howling against our love shack out back in cold hard light. be in 70 degree mexico in 2 weeks. we missed last winter thanks to the adriatic and mediterranian seas. waiting for laptop battery to warm my lap in laptop dance.
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for the curious - 59 years of smith face change - 1946 thu 2004. i have more faces than Lon Chaney, more inside twist than Jekyl & Hyde. all these inner and outer mes pretty much get along these days and collectively rule as the United Mutants of Smith.
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we no longer ancestor worship - we worship instead our shallow present, even shallower precedents.
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3 poet-teachers are putting together a history of cleveland poetry 1945 to the present and are including me as one of 50 for the accompanying anthology. out. of. sight. shows my shallow, but i love nods from others. it’s the secret evil of my id.
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lady says reading my old journals gives her hope because my writing has improved so much the 40 years hence that it gives her hope for her own writing down the road. i think she’s damn good now and needn’t worry.
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keep thinking of the poetry thieves of barcelona, wondering what they thought after they found what they pick-pocketed from me was my poetry pad, not my wallet.
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now for something serious, some poetry from a song i heard when i was 3 (sung by Perry Como & the Fontane Sisters, 1949)
The Magic Song
Salagadoola mechicka boola
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put ‘em together and what have you got
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
If your mind is in a dither
and your heart is in a haze
I’ll haze your dither and dither your haze
with a magic phrase
Salagadoola mechicka boola
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
It’ll do magic believe it or not
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
if you’re chased around by trouble
and followed by a jinx
I’ll jinx your trouble, and trouble your jinx
in less than forty winks
Salagadoola means mechicka booleroo
But the thingmabob
that does the job
is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola menchicka boola
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put ‘em together and what have you got
bibbidi-bobbidi
bibbidi-bobbidi
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
(we were more serious back in the day.)
sculpture & foto by smith
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