derechos humanos


23″ x 27″ collage & foto by smith

finished my first oaxacan collage, maybe - new art is always a maybe until it ages awhile on the wall.

for background, glued down crumpled newspapers painted with black wash, thin copper corrosion wash, and silver-white wash - then i glued on 28 items. so if anybody ever asks me what it’s all about, i can say about 28 items - plus 4 sheets of newspaper for background crinkle, plus the canvas. . . a 33-piece piece.

it’s more political poster than art painting, but that’s cool. call it Caution - Derechos Humanos. “derechos humanos” means eroding human rights.

o dear - yet another car alarm going off outside. this is the one sound we’ve heard everywhere we’ve traveled past 18 months - except a small, old, hilltop fishing village in croatia and a small, old, hilltop winery village in france.

me: i wonder what people did for irritation before car alarms?
she: they probably hit themselves in the head with hammers.

the other sound we’ve heard everywhere - except cleveland, paris, london - is the day-long crowing of roosters - a much more metaphoric, romantic, poetic pleasure. the alarm makes me think of taking a shotgun to the car, while the rooster makes me dream of morality, betrayal, adventure.

more crowing cock: one attitude we’ve found everywhere is the unjustified self preening of patriarchal society, the shallow self congratulatory bray of the male chauvinist.


wall graffiti - foto by smith

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rat heart


graffiti - foto by smith

University of Minnesota researchers have successfully built a beating rat heart in a laboratory. now they need to test it, and i can’t think of anyone more deserving of a rat heart than vice-dick cheney. after all, his own heart is malfunctioning, and he’s obviously not human - so the bans on human testing wouldn’t matter. if the test went wrong - well, most of us would probably rejoice in the world being a better place.

bush and cheney and rice are like the evil twisted dark-side of the mirror version of dorothy, tinman, scarecrow, and cowardly lion in the land of oz. only in this version, cheney needs a heart, bush needs a brain, rumsfeld is a scary scare crone, and rice makes a damn fine lap dog in toto. both bush and cheney could use some courage too since they were too cowardly to fight in the vietnam war when asked. they’re all cowardly pricks, as is the yellow prick road they’re leading us down.

only this is no children’s fairy tale, this is stupid white rich men getting richer and richer on the blood and the bodies of the poor.


cult cinema advert - foto by smith

anima enigma


painting in the museum of oaxacan painters - foto by smith

we’ve been south of the border down mexico way for month two days today - 1/6th our legal stay. we like it here, are going to apply to live year round. this is our favorite place we’ve been. oaxaca has a bit of the eye and feel of spain, north italy, and morocco, yet has its own lovely ambiance, an anima enigma.

lady’s playing the gorillaz on her laptop. good to hear music again. now that we’re settling down, we can build an existence. bought a toaster oven to go with our counter-top 4-burner gas stove. get some stuff, but not too much. too much stuff sucks your soul. besides, as loverly as this place is, the future may bring other calls - then we’d have to reduce our life to two backpacks again. as they say in “breakfast at tiffany’s,” the holy go lightly.

an ex-chef ex-pat old gringo guy taught lady how to make soft flakey butter croissants. the process took 7 hours what with rolling the dough around the butter and folding and rolling and refolding and re-rolling over and over and storing in the refrigerator in between - then around again and again and again. tasty morsels.

in between the baking steps, lady worked on her assemblage and i started mine. my first large piece in 3 years. lady’s piece at 2 foot by 3 foot is the largest she’s ever done. she also made some tomato soup from scratch. so art, art, soup, and croissants all being made at the same time - a good, creative day.

all the ex-pats we’ve met down here are in their 60s, or upwards. lady is the youngest gringo around. she must find it odd to be surrounded by old farts and fartesses. most the men look similar - white beard, head hair unruly or bald. or in my case, shaved.

maybe oaxaca is the secret sacred burial grounds, where old hippies go to fade in smoke.


painting in the museum of oaxacan painters - foto by smith

WATER IS SNEAKY

waterisneaky.

water is sneaky. also, patient, and insidious.
it’ll beat against you for thousands of years
in big waves
until it smoothes you down
or breaks you apart.

or it’ll lie still in quiet pools,
and insidiously work
on the weakest
point

leaking

and

dripping

and moving.

And then when water does slowly sneak
inside, and lie in wait,

then it can FREEZE and EXPAND with

TREMENDOUS FORCE and BREAK

(so water is sneaky,
incidious
and
patient.)

while SOUND is slippery
(and sneaky)

SOUND slip slides off every flat surface

SOUND double or triple slip slides..

skips from here
to there

(so you think what came from there
came from here.)

SOUND plays tag with yr ears
and lies
a lot.

Plus, in destructive force, SOUND
(shatters)

whereas
water

wears away

fish psyquatic


painting in the museum of oaxacan painters - foto by smith

Are Fish Psyquatic?

Water Gods are all wet
Water Gods are big drips
Water Gods have plumbers for devils
Water Gods are fun to sleep with when heated
Water Gods are wishy washy
Thou shalt have no other Chlorinations before me
Some Gods are afraid to come out of the water closet
God drops keep falling on my dead
God’s evaporated
Water Gods have wet dreams
Water Gods don’t no enough to come in out of the reign
Water Gods mist the ship


painting in the museum of oaxacan painters - foto by smith

Why I no longer like Hillary Clinton

Hillary Clinton’s status as a liberal icon has always been based on leaps of logic, as opposed to her record.

As the first lady, she actively supported Bill Clinton’s anti-worker, anti-environment, anti-human rights trade policies, from the North American Free Trade Agreement to permanent most favored nation trading status for China.

from ” Hillary Clinton Hardly a Liberal Icon” by John Nichols

One of the reasons I don’t like Hillary Clinton is that she’s married to Bill Clinton, who is a war criminal and economic disaster maker. I figure she’s kinda like an Imelda Marcos or the wife of Hitler.

During Clinton’s presidency, I blindly followed him. I voted for him and I was in anguish over his impeachment, which was done for an entirely wrong reason. But I’ve done some reading since then and I cannot in good conscience say he is a good man or even a decent man or even a man I’d want over for dinner.

With his inhuman sanctions, Bill Clinton is responsible for almost a million dead Iraqis, half a million of them children. (Yeah, sure, the Iraqi population could “rise up” and overthrow Hussein. Right. Just like we’re rising up and overthrowing our illegitimate president, right?)

An excerpt from Z Magazine, “Clinton Is The World’s Leading
Active War Criminal” by Edward S. Herman:

The most monumental of Clinton’s war crimes, however, has been his policy of sanctions on Iraq, supplemented by the maintenance of intense satellite surveillance and regular bombing attacks that have often resulted in civilian casualties. UNICEF reports that in 1999 more than 1 million Iraqi children under 5 were suffering from chronic malnutrition, and some 4,000-5,000 children are dying per month beyond normal death rates from the combination of malnutrition and disease. Death from disease was greatly increased by the shortage of potable water and medicines, that has led to a 20-fold increase in malaria (among other ailments). This vicious sanctions system, causing a creeping extermination of a people, has already caused more than a million excess deaths, and it is claimed by John and Karl Mueller that Clinton’s “sanctions of mass destruction” have caused “the deaths of more people in Iraq than have been slain by all so-called weapons of mass destruction [nuclear and chemical] throughout all history” (Foreign Affairs, May/June 1999). U.S. mainstream reporters, who have so eagerly followed the distress of the Kosovo Albanians, somehow never get to Iraq for pictures of the thousands of malnourished children.

Bill Clinton is partly responsible for the devaluation of the peso and subsequent raiding and impoverishment of Mexico with NAFTA, the IMF and the World Bank. (By the way, read _Letters From Mexico_ by Stan Gotlieb. What happened in Mexico in the 90s sounds a lot like what’s happening right now in the US with currency devaluation and foreclosures.)

It’s just like one of the scripts we follow in the other countries we’ve impoverished. Read _Shock Doctrine_ by Naomi Klein. It’s essential. Bill Clinton was following the script.

From Gotlieb’s book:

In December 1994, as you may recall, the Zedillo government, at the urging of the IMF, the World Bank [which the US controls] and others, allowed the Peso to “float” against the Dollar. In the debacle that followed, the Peso sank like a stone. By March 1995, the Peso settled at just about half its previous value.

When Mexico’s money was devalued by half, Mexico became half as rich. Because its debts to foreign banks and countries are in Dollars, it became twice as much in debt. Practically overnight, Mexico lost over half of its billionaires when Peso holdings are measured in Dollar terms.

Mexican banks, desperate to rebuild their hard currency reserves, raised the interest rates on credit cards, mortgages, and business loans. At one point in the spring of 1995, it had gotten so bad that one bank took out big ads in the national newspapers to advertise a “new low rate for credit cards” of “only” 67% per year (some cards were costing 97%).

So this was because of the IMF and pals, who are led by the US, who were under Clinton during this time.

And not only this, there is NAFTA. NAFTA was pushed through by Clinton. And the Mexicans are really angry at us for this.

Entire towns in the Mexican countryside are missing their young men because of NAFTA. Millions of Mexicans used to make a living as farmers, but they can’t compete with the US’s subsidized crops. The men can no longer make a living doing farming here, so they have to migrate north to find work.

From the 2006 Idaho Observer:

Mexico is a country of about 105 million. Estimates of undocumented Mexican nationals currently in the U.S. range from 11 million to 30 million. The figure is scandalous for two reasons: 1. Our best guesses of the undocumented (illegal) population in the U.S., during “wartime,” are equal to a hole big enough for 19 million people and; 2. The conditions in Mexico are such that 10 percent to 30 percent of her total population has already left.

My Spanish teacher told me about what it’s like to live up north as an illegal immigrant. You are paid very little money, not enough to live on, so you have to live in an apartment with 24 other people, essentially in a flop house.

The latest phase of NAFTA passed a couple days ago. It eliminates the tariffs on beans and corn from the US. This will hurt many more Mexican farmers and increase immigration to the US.

Subsidized crops are not free trade. This is pure evil.

1995 article on impact of devaluation of peso on immigration and Clinton upping border control

I don’t like Hillary Clinton specifically because of three things:

She voted for the Iraq war and in 2004 said she has no regrets about it.

She uses incendiary rhetoric like “no option can be off the table” and plays games that might lead us into war with Iran.

By the way, read this article about how Iran’s president’s supposed remark, “Israel Must Be Wiped Off The Map” was MISTRANSLATED. He didn’t actually say that. He was actually calling for regime change in Israel, which I’m all for. Heck, I’m for regime change here.

Third, Clinton’s health care plan is not a good solution to the health care crisis. She would make it mandatory that everyone have it. If you aren’t covered by your employer, you have to buy it. And she would do nothing to make it single payer; private insurers would actually get a big payoff from this because now everyone would HAVE to buy their product. The only plus I see to Clinton’s plan is that supposedly insurers could no longer refuse to cover people and that it is supposed to be made “affordable”, whatever that means. I suspect Clinton’s opinion of “affordability” is vastly different from mine.

I don’t buy the defense that her plan is “practical”, not when I’ve experienced the wonderful cheap and decent health care in Croatia, not when Mexican national health care costs only $500 a year per family and US citizens flood in to buy Mexico’s pharmaceuticals and dental care, not when all other European nations have single payer. We can do better than Clinton’s proposed plan. We could at least meet Mexico’s level of benefits, no?

We have the RIGHT to single payer. We have the RIGHT to have a government which actually represents its citizens. We’ve gotta stop letting these politicians and corporations from feeling they are “endowing” us with whatever dribbles we get. We’ve gotta stop giving welfare to corporations. We’ve gotta stop skimming taxes from citizens to pay this corporate welfare. And we’ve gotta start being good world citizens lest we experience more blowback.

“Clinton, Health Care Industry Get Cozy” by Dave Zweifel, Madison Capital Times

“Clinton is advocating the Marie Antoinette approach to health care: ‘Let them buy their own coverage.’ She is attempting to force middle class families to buy coverage without making it affordable. Clinton wants to keep the private insurance industry in the middle of the system.”

used karma lot


fried grasshoppers from the market - foto by smith

Used Karma Lot

I cut the cockroach off at the watering hole
Sent his brown backed soul
To that great black crack in the sky
May God have more compassion than I

lady asked me to kill a cockroach in the bathroom. big bugger. i don’t normally kill things since i left the farm in 1960 and stopped chopping off chicken heads and thunking rabbits with clubs. but one must defend one’s wife, so i stomped it with a bottle of bleach. while i was killing it, i was wondering if maybe the roach was trying to communicate with us, perhaps share its secret stash of gold and treasure.

i know i’m hypocritical on the death thing because i let the food industry do my killing for me. i also know eating meat is bad - bad for the planet, bad for the body - and certainly bad for the life form you’re eating. but my body, habits and tastes have yet to catch up with my mind and morality. lady and i are down to the occasional dead flesh for food though.

in 1977 i brought a dead spider in from the cold outside to use in a collage. the heat of my hand revived the spider, so i apologized to it and put it back outside. next day it was dead dead, and i put it in my painting. its soft abdomen shrank away to nothing over the next few months, and i replaced it with an oval crystal jewel. it was magic… a crystal with spider head and spider legs. also put my old 4-h club pin in that piece. sold it 12 year ago for $500 - vastly underpriced

44 years of art and poetry have not made me rich. or well off. or even adequate. art and poetry have in fact left me broke. but oh what a life lived along the way, what wondrous people i’ve met. the people and the life are the payment for the poetic path.


bathroom door in a coffee shop - foto by smith

bad smith


from painting in museum of oaxacan painters - foto by smith

i seem to be making my wife unhappy. i have a habit of speaking out on moral issues, and lady’s afraid i’m alienating too many of our cleveland poet friends. tried to reassure her by telling her i’ve been alienating cleveland poets and artists for 30 years, and the ones with backbone are still my friends. they don’t often agree with me, but do seem to respect me. one or two may actually even like me, but don’t hold your breath.

lady found me attractive in the first place because i was fearless and spoke out against wrong. and our relationship is magic because we began with total honesty with each other, and we keep it thus. if she finds me attractive for my honesty and she feels our relationship is magic due to our honesty, why should social situations involving our friends and poets be any less honest?

my friends have their own inner self structure and value systems - my disagreeing with them will not cause their world to collapse. if someone hates me for not agreeing with them, well then hate away - we’re not friendship material to begin with. i’m not a babysitter - if folk can’t take my perception of truth, then they shouldn’t be with me or read me in the first place.

we had 2 croatian poets we were friends with. they sent me an email telling me i was blogging all wrong. i replied to them i thought their suggested path was one the academics followed all too frequently, of trying to force fact to fit their philosophy rather than fitting their philosophy to fact. i blogged their complaints and my response. never heard from them again. they acknowledged neither my argument nor my 3 emails. that made me sad.

now lady’s afraid we’re going to lose the 2 cleveland poet friends we had visit us while we were in croatia. i don’t think either of them are the type to let a difference of opinion break a friendship, especially when a previous lie told by another poet didn’t end our friendship.

but lady is right - living with me IS difficult. i walk a moral line, give more than i take, and forgive others more than i do myself. but if something is wrong, i speak up and say so - be it with me or they. that’s what life is - judging right and wrong, good and bad, trying to increase the former and decreasing the latter.

wife says i’m almost clinically insane, that i’ve gone out of my way to piss off people, that i have NO sense of self preservation. she thinks had i been nicer to folk along the way and more open to networking and smoozing and ass-kissing i’d be further ahead in my art and writing career. i replied that may be true, but then i wouldn’t be me and i’d have written none of my truly special stuff.

so we agree to disagree. i’m sorry i’m making her creative life difficult, but i’m awfully glad she’s with me anyway.

it’s odd - anytime i disagree with anyone, my insides get all tight and twisted - i don’t like spreading discontent. but better discontent then sham agreement when morality might be made to matter.

the weird part of all this is my words to the poetic group involved weren’t heard, changed nothing. so lady’s getting worried and i tight within over words whispered to an unlistening wind. go figure.

bottom line - i wouldn’t want to be with me. and i grudgingly apologize to all who are.


from painting in museum of oaxacan painters - foto by smith

crayon code


from painting in museum of oaxacan painters - foto by smith

just finished our second week of spanish language school. 6 classes, 9 hours. i figure i’m only 3 weeks behind the 2 week class, and 6 weeks behind lady. at this rate, in 2 months i’ll be a time traveler - years behind everybody else.

i started whining about how difficult learning spanish is. lady snapped “quit whining, don’t be a baby.” i replied why not - babies whine, and strange women come by and pick them up and rub them all over their bosoms. sometimes the loudest whine gets the biggest boob. she said “that sounds like an aphorism, got any more?” yes, don’t promise tomorrow to pay for today.

who knows what’s fermenting in the dark sludge pump of the heart. bit harder to ferment here in oaxaca though because everything is bathed in old yellow gold sun.

i bought a new gel pen. as i was checking out its action, lady said “you actually pay attention to your pen.” i said sure, a fast smooth writing pen is important - it captures more of your thoughts in action faster, you get more real time written down. she said “in that case, we should give you crayons, to slow you down to the rest of us.” told her crayons wouldn’t do any good because i’d develop my own crayon code and still spill words 4 times faster than mere humans (i be mutant).

and a final note…. the wlgc (writer’s league of greater cleveland) seems to be trying to steal The Literary Cafe’s nickname “The Lit.” The literary cafe which has been called the lit for at least 20 years is the coolest place in cleveland to read poetry, at least since Wildflower died 10 years ago or so. of course this is only my opinion, but i’ve read at untold dozens and dozens of places around cleveland these past 30 years, and none have the fire, excitement and spunk The Lit does. i find all organizations distasteful, cannot understand why free range poets and writers would ever want to band together into herds in the first place. i’m the lone poet, the lone artist - although now with lady k, i am the lone poet + 1, the lone artist + 1. but back to the story - i find the wlgc’s use of the lit’s nickname to be tawdry, tacky, uninspired, lacking in talent. it’s morally wrong and smacks of stealing another’s rep to enhance their own. this is a bad and immoral decision that needs to be rethought.


from painting in museum of oaxacan painters - foto by smith