advert detail – foto by smith
excerpt from CRIMINAL by Smith & Lady:
When I drank myself to death and ended up in intensive care, I got a call from Dick Head.
I told him, â€œI can’t drink anymore or I’ll die.â€
He screamed, â€œThen why donâ€™t you die! Iâ€™d rather die than not drink.â€
Dick Head’s highlight was when he read poetry at the Old Brooklyn Inn wearing nothing but an octopus wrapped around his waist. The octopus tentacles hung down, and so did Dick Head’s dick. Dick Headâ€™s holding a large stuffed frog in his left arm, a butcher knife in his right hand, and is standing on a plastic drop cloth. He starts shouting:
I only eat dead frogs / when I have to
Art is free / but paint cost money
Then he gut stabs the stuffed frog with the knife, and the cow entrails he’d sewn into it the previous night spill out on the floor
One of the finest poetry moments I can recall. Even the college kids sat up.
Last time I saw Dick Head’s dick was at the ArtCrimes 20 publication party. He had a stud in his penis head, I could see it flashing in the spot light as he read from the stage. I’ve seen him with leopard skin hair, I’ve seen him with half his hair shaved, and a safety pin through the scalp. I’ve seen him with bloody scalp.
Nobody knows how he’s stayed alive this long. I know heâ€™s alive because he still makes noises, but no more dead frogs.
local stencil graffiti – foto by smith