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Archive for October, 2009
Friday, October 30th, 2009
Hollywood – foto by Smith
Movies help form public opinion, so let’s see which films have so resonated with the public mentality that they’ve spawned innumerable sequels, prequels and remakes, thus morphing into Famous Film Franchises.
It’s somewhat scary that there have been 6 Rockys and 4 Rambos, but at least some serious quality triumphs with the five Attacks of the Killer Tomatoes.
(This list is an amalgamation of several online lists and may contain serious errors – after all we all know the internet lies. I did spot checks and frequently got dissimilar answers from different sites.)
Sherlock Holmes – 98 different films
Tarzan – 89
Hopalong Cassidy – 66
The Three Mequiteers – 51
The Bowery Boys – 48
Charlie Chan – 47
Godzilla – 34
Carry On – 31
Blondie – 28
Range Busters – 25
The Lone Wolf – 24
James Bond – 23
Scoobie Doo – 22
Taboo – 22
East Side Kids – 21
Barbie – 20
Debbie Does Dallas – 20
National Lampoon – 18
Andy Hardy – 17
The Falcon – 16
Jungle Jim – 16
Dragonball Z – 15
Little Tough Guys (Dead End Kids) – 15
Mickey Mouse – 15
Keystone Kops – 13
Land Before Time – 13
Mothra – 13
The Muppets – 13
Friday the 13th – 12
Pokemon – 12
Winnie the Pooh – 12
Asterix – 11
Dr Slump – 11
Henry Aldrich – 11
Pink Panther – 11
Star Trek – 11
The Adventures of Mary-Kate & Ashley – 11
Young and Dangerous – 11
Halloween – 10
Ma and Pa Kettle – 10
Nightmare on Elm Street – 8
Batman – 7
Police Academy – 7
Star Wars – 7
The Howling – 7
Alien – 6
Harry Potter – 6
Hellraiser – 6
Planet of the Apes – 6
Rocky – 6
Saw – 6
Texas Chainsaw Massacre – 6
The Thin Man – 6
Attack of the Killer Tomatoes – 5
Benji – 5
Child’s Play – 5
Death Wish – 5
Dirty Harry – 5
Ernest – 5
Hannibal Lecter – 5
Herbie the Love Bug – 5
Night of the Living Dead – 5
Superman – 5
The Exorcist – 5
American Ninja – 4
Amityville – 4
Die Hard – 4
Final Destination – 4
Highlander – 4
Indiana Jones – 4
Jack Ryan – 4
Jaws – 4
Lethal Weapon – 4
Predator – 4
Psycho – 4
Rambo – 4
Scary Movie – 4
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles – 4
Terminator – 4
The Bad News Bears – 4
The Fast and the Furious – 4
Flash Gordon – 4 <<<
The Karate Kid - 4
The Lord of the Rings - 4
The Mummy - 4
The Omen - 4
Vacation - 4
X-Men - 4
3 Ninjas - 3
American Pie - 3
Austin Powers - 3
Back to the Future - 3
Barbershop - 3
Beverly Hills Cop - 3
Blade - 3
Bourne - 3
Care Bears - 3
Crocodile Dundee - 3
El Mariachi - 3
Evil Dead - 3
Free Willy - 3
Friday - 3
Home Alone - 3
House Party - 3
Ice Age - 3
Iron Eagle - 3
Jurassic Park - 3
Look Who's Talking - 3
Mad Max - 3
Major League - 3
Meatballs - 3
Missing in Action - 3
Mission: Impossible - 3
Ocean's 11 - 3
Oh, God! - 3
Pirates of the Caribbean - 3
Poltergeist - 3
Porky's - 3
Resident Evil - 3
Return of the Living Dead - 3
Robocop - 3
Rugrats - 3
Rush Hour - 3
Scream - 3
Shrek - 3
Smokey and the Bandit - 3
Spider-Man - 3
Spy Kids - 3
The Godfather - 3
The Matrix - 3
The Mighty Ducks - 3
The Naked Gun - 3
The Santa Clause - 3
The Work and the Glory - 3
Transformers - 3
Transporter - 3
Underworld - 3
Witch Mountain - 3
out of odor – foto by Smith
Friday, October 30th, 2009
By day, Smith works the sails. By night, he checks the stars. The sea is silent, calm. I sit on the floorboards, working on my transcendental trapezohedron device. I look up and see the constellations, but they are wallpaper. When I am hungry, Smith feeds me. Mostly I forget to eat. When I lift my face up to him, it is like a dream, I touch his cheek softly and run my fingers around the outline of his beard. I am ever thinking of my transcendental trapezohedron device. But my open eyes dream Smith, dream stars, dream calm seas. The eyes inside my mind work the internal lattice of a problem, and what I see outside my mind is a visual artifact I use as an abacus for meditation.
Thursday, October 29th, 2009
I feel like I have a lot of ideas in my head and itâ€™s like Iâ€™m giving in to excellence (I hope.) I have always had this concept that I just need to give in to excellence, that itâ€™s something one dives into full force. Itâ€™s like being carried away in a current, a strong stream. One can give in to excellence and lose sight of the shore, because when one gives into excellence one loses track of quotidian worries. One becomes fully involved with what one is doing. Thatâ€™s the concept I have of it, at least. Whatâ€™s kept me from achieving deeply in any one area in my life is that I have too many goals. Right now Iâ€™m focusing on two things: running and website design. Iâ€™m giving in to website design. Iâ€™m giving in to running. It is unfortunately to the detriment of cooking, creating art, watching movies, and spending more quality time with Smith, but I have this idea that Iâ€™ll achieve deeply in one area (web design) and then pull back and achieve deeply in another area (like cooking or being with Smith.) Another thing I desire to give into is writing but I want to postpone that for a while. I have this idea that geniuses are not people who are into ‘all things in moderation.’
Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
Southwest corner of our sitting room – foto by Smith
Seems to be a paucity of words in my mind lately, so here’s some art from wife, dead mom and me. The cylinder on the floor is a play tunnel for our cat.
K59, 2006, 12″ x 17″, Lady K – foto by Smith
This is the first piece Lady had in a show – and it was stolen by the gallery owner over a dispute with the curator. The day after the opening, the owner locked the gallery and took all our art down to Akron. It took a lawyer to get it back. We used this piece as the back cover art for ArtCrimes 21.
Offworld, 2006, 16″ x 24″ x 2″, Lady K – foto by Smith
This is one of her Liznjan, Croatia, pieces she mailed back to the States. A gorgeous piece.
Exxon Spawn, 10″ x 14″ x 10″, Lady K – foto by Smith
Lady made this one down in Oaxaca, Mexico, using a handmade paper mache Donald Duck mask and some trash found along side the highway.
Cactus Dreams, 24″ x 28″, 1999, Smith – foto by Smith
This is my interpretation of a hallucinogenic peyote cactus dreaming it’s a human.
Paper Work, 9″ x 13″, 2003, Florence “Mother Dwarf” Smith – foto by Smith
One of Mother Dwarf’s many fine pieces.
The Great War (front), 16″ x 13″ x 5″, 2003, Smith – foto by Smith
A two-sided stand-alone. This side features some large gas jets I found on the road and my painted perception of the steel mills down in the flats producing molten steel. Also represents either sunrise or sunset.
The Great War (back), 16″ x 13″ x 5″, 2003, Smith – foto by Smith
This is the backside – it’s as complicated as the other side is simple, and as dark as the front is light — “night” to the frontside’s “day”.
Tuesday, October 27th, 2009
Smith – foto by Smith
me and she
and Lady – foto by Smith
Sunday, October 25th, 2009
Today I am a recorder of the comfortable and mundane. Miracles can be had in the folded curtains of empirical reality. I usually bypass them in a drive-by assassination, oblivious to the moment.
Today is holy in the motes of hanging dust, the Sunday morning calliope of sunlight through venetian blinds. It varies to a silent beat, variegated by a shifting filter of turning leaves.
To unblind my mind, I try to see things as though it’s the first time.
The secret play life of the cat manifests like a response to confirm my thoughts. She bounds in a sudden rush and stops in front of me as if caught. She sharpens her claws, pulling up the carpet, punctuating her spotlight.
I unpeel another onion skin layer of deafness, the hidden gauze of what has carried me here, the gauze I am wrapped up in.
In the next layer I hear the crick of the lazy-boy. Steve’s head moves with little knitting motions as he scans the lines of articles on his laptop. He picks up his coffee. “OK,” he says for a reason only known to himself, and gently clicks his keyboard. Then a sip slurp of coffee. Then more clicking. Outside the window, a small dog barks with the particular scruffy hoarseness of small dogs.
My peripheral ear hears the cat bound on the coffee table to lay on the sofa next to me.
I’m tempted to think that this is a microcosm, a little swirl repeated around the world, that we’re moving on our little edge of the filigree lace, the lazy spun moment by moment of it. This Sunday, I’m almost convinced there’s a God.
In outer space the Sunday morning traffic is hushed. The birds are muted. The symphony of domesticity. The cat sways her tail in my peripheral vision.
It feels like a pattern– from the twitch of the cat’s tail to the click of our keyboards, from the pound pound pounding of silent sun to the calm drum roll thrum of the moment’s particular exigencies.
The traffic breathes outside the window as though a sigh, a gasp. Like call and response. How easy it would be to get carried away with this pattern and think that God is talking specifically to me. But Steve and I are just swaying grasses, the cat and I are swaying grass. We’re knit together in an interlocking causality where a comfortable mood is shared by three.
Sunday, October 25th, 2009
sunshine’s shadow – foto by Smith
“Leaping down the falls into the basket of death.”
I stole that line from one of Lady’s poet friends here at a collage party. I figured it fit these headlines I harvested from Main, Middle and Minor Media this past week.
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Man Charged After Making Coffee Naked
Fox Cancels Reality Channel
‘Ho White and the Seven Dwarves’ beer advert angers Disney
Woman’s Rape Called “Pre-Existing Condition” By Insurance Companies
Somali Islamists Whip Women For Wearing Bras
African Children Denounced As Witches By Christian Pastors
Where To Get a Great Deal on Holy Bone Shards and Other Sacred Relics
Book Burning: North Carolina Church To Destroy “Satan’s Books”
Spreading hate in God’s name
Does God exist?
Arizona Man Ran Down Daughter With Car Because She Was Too “Westernized”
Minnesota Man Pleads Guilty To Driving Drunk In Motorized La-Z-Boy
Fake Engine Noises May Be Added To Hybrid Cars
Moscow To Ban Snow
Ice skating bear kills Russian circus hand
Chimps Display Altruism And Humanlike Good Will
‘Doing Good’ Isn’t Genetic, Study Says
Rich Germans Demand Higher Taxes
used inquiry – foto by Smith
Saturday, October 24th, 2009
living room art group 2 – foto by Smith
Here are six since 1994. I’ve been making this stuff since 1965, but didn’t really get serious until 1978. Since then, I’ve become a legume in my own mine.
My Fair Lady, 1996, 15″ x 12″ – collage and foto by Smith
Lady liked this one so much I gave it to her since she IS my fair lady, even though I made it 9 years before we took up.
Mother Night, 2004, 10″ x 14″ – collage and foto by Smith
My take on Kurt Vonnegut’s novel of the same name. Dark novel, dark movie, both excellent.
What A, 2007, 12″ x 16″ – collage and foto by Smith
Made this in Croatia from the few English language magazines we could find to buy at exorbitant prices.
The Republic, 1994, 11″ x 11″ – collage and foto by Smith
Folded an American flag back on itself, glued it down, tossed some liquid copper corrosion and loose rust on top and covered it with dress patterns.
Plot To Get Whitey, 1996, 11″ x 9″ – collage and foto by Smith
Tore this “PLOT TO GET WHITEY – Red-hot young Negroes plan a ghetto war” headline from a 1950’s issue of LOOK or LIFE magazine. And they say those were the good old days.
Afterthought, 1996, 6″ x 5″ – collage and foto by Smith
Contains a dead baby bird (above the toy figure’s head). As I went into a Seven-Eleven, a bird fell out of its nest onto the hot concrete and was dead by the time I came back out, so I took it home and put it into this collage. I used a Grandma Moses print for the background – you can still see a segment of it in the lower right corner. I broke the glass and burned the frame the print came in, then did the collage on top of the remaining glass.
Mother Night, 2004, 10″ x 14″ – collage and foto by Smith
Friday, October 23rd, 2009
brother mother n me – foto by Smith
Moving on to the living room, here’s an art grouping of pieces by Vincent “Cat” Smith (1957-1987), Florence “Mother Dwarf” Smith (1926-2005), and me (still here).
Wave, 1980, 5″ x 7″, Cat Smith – foto by Smith
Winner Must Be Present, 1980, 5″ x 7″, Cat Smith – foto by Smith
Receipt, 1980, 5″ x 7″, Cat Smith – foto by Smith
Black Rain, 2003, 6″ x 5″, Smith – foto by Smith
Trapped, 2000, 16″ x 17″, Mother Dwarf Smith – foto by Smith
The Good Ship Alas, 1980, 6″ x 8″, Cat Smith – foto by Smith
Untitled Brown, 1980, 5″ x 7″, Cat Smith – foto by Smith
Shroud, 2000, 5″ x 7″, Cat Smith & Smith – foto by Smith
Valve, 1980, 7″ x 5″, Cat Smith – foto by Smith
Thursday, October 22nd, 2009
digital collage by lady k