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wall eye collage

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

I have these five collages spanning 33 years hanging in tonight’s Pink Eye Book of Collage art show and publication party at the Wall Eye Gallery

Last Election, 2008, 12″ x 12″, (made in Mexico)



The Coca-Cola Wars
, 2007, 7″ x 9.5″, (made in France)

What A, 2006, 12″ x 16″, (made in Croatia)

Dice Cage, 1997, 18″ x 18″, (made in Cleveland)

Free Bird, 1977, 16″ x 20″, (made in Cleveland)

I’ll also have an as-yet unseen multi-page spread in the just-published Pink Eye Book of Collage, available at tonight’s show for $20, which is less than 40 cents an artist

Here’s the press release.

The Pink Eye Book of Collage Release Extravaganza
(An Art Exhibition and Book Release with Live Music)
Friday April 30th 6pm – 11pm
Free
Wall Eye Gallery
5304 Detroit Ave. Cleveland, OH 44102
walleyegallery.blogspot.com/

Join the folks from Pink Eye Magazine as they celebrate their move from magazines to limited edition art books. Their first book release, The Pink Eye Book of Collage, features over 50 local artists’ collages in full glossy color. The opening will exhibit the works selected for the book (plus many more) as part of a large (over 150 pieces) salon styled show. Many well known local artists…in fact, too many to list, will be taking part in this exhibition of awesomeness, a must see for any fan of collage art. So come early – art will be sold affordably on a “grab and go” basis, and leave late – there will be live psyche-rock music provided by Freedom and Umm Qasr, as well as a plentiful bounty of beer supplied by (sponsor) P.B.R.

And the fun doesn’t stop there…the after party will be moving two blocks down the street to the Happy Dog (5801 Detroit Avenue, Cleveland, OH 44102) for more live sonic debauchery supplied by Hot Cha Cha, Film Strip and Beardo Bandini.

More Information at: pinkeyemag.com/

Pre-Order you book online at: pinkeyemag.com/shop/

Cheers! – Leigh & Ian (the Pink Eye People)

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broken fish

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

this way – foto by Smith

A few folk read one of my haiku in last Sunday’s blog and thought it was a metaphor for me saying I felt like a trapped rat. I can see where they’re coming from.

Rat trapped in being
a rat in rat trap world
rat man maze amaze

Well, I have felt rat-ish and rat trapped in my rat past, but these days my rat thoughts are more along the lines of “if I’m the rat, you best step back, cuz I’m not the one gonna jump” (from 8 Ball Boogie).

I’d written a haiku about me holding our cat in my lap when she didn’t want to be held and had a good cat foto to go with it for my blog but felt two cat fotos would be too tacky so I looked through my fotos and the only thing that fit was the rat foto. But the cat-cat-rat didn’t flow right so I quickly wrote a rat haiku just to segue from cat to rat. No need, no truth, no metaphor – simple segue.

My poems aren’t always biographical. For example, in the letter tile poems below, I was stoned when I wrote “no pot”. Each poem has its own needs — sometimes truth serves, sometimes lies. In this case my sole constraint was the limited number of letter tiles to choose from – 3 of each letter with 3 extras each of A, E, I, L, O, R, S, T. The letters come from a children’s name bracelet kit – I got three out of a vending machine at a poetry reading for fifty cents each.

Making tile poems is rather like being an old Linotype setter – one must physically pick up and set each letter in place. Plus one composes poetry by seeing what words can be created from one’s ever diminishing lair of letters.




letter tile poems numbers 5 thru 7 – foto by Smith

 

the eyes are never full

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

Maybe Mona Lisa – Lady’s latest collage

Lady gets her computer back today or tomorrow with a new hard drive installed, at which time I’ll get my laptop back from her. She’s had to use mine to do her paying work, so I’ve been set adrift without my cyber symbiot to help me dip into my online all-the-time internet addiction of blogging, researching, and harvesting headlines.

Been reading Wolf Hall to pass the time, a novel about the court of Henry the VIII which won last year’s Man Booker prize; but while the story is sweet and well written, it hasn’t captured my interest after 150 pages, so I’m sending it back to the library.

Simultaneously rereading Sartre’s Nausea. Read it in my twenties and thought it okay but never really understood his nausea with life; now that I’m 64, I understand him much better. But while the book is well written, the anti-hero’s constant whining doesn’t make me want to rush back to it, so it sits in the bathroom to be read a few pages at a time over months, taking turns with an anthology titled “A Geography of Poets“.

Anyway here’s some unrelated mind candy to feed your restless eyes; for as the Old Testicle states, “The eyes are never full.”


signs of something – foto by Smith

 

cat rat man

Sunday, April 25th, 2010

Cheshire cat – foto by Smith

Cat Rat Man

Cat held against will
in lap looking to escape
her body her own

Rat trapped in being
a rat in rat trap world
rat man maze amaze


bulletin board rat – foto by Smith

 

rainbow burn

Saturday, April 24th, 2010

oh bea – foto by Smith

Last Night

We had dinner with
Every Man and Dirt Goddess
Talked burning rainbow


laundromat front loading washer in spin cycle – foto by Smith

 

tile tales

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

Harold & Kumar owe me $3.66.

We watched “Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle” a couple months ago and quite enjoyed it and as a result became curious what White Castle hamburgers tasted like.

Well, I tried 6 sliders for $3.66 today and won’t be racing back. Maybe it’d help had I been as stoned as they were in the film. Lady did like her buttered biscuit though.

Kal Penn, the actor who played Kumar, was recently robbed at gunpoint in Washington D.C. — I figure it’s another movie fan who tried White Castle sliders after seeing the movie and wanted their money back.

Been a bad night and day all around except for some good poetry last night from a lot of people at the monthly Lix & Kix reading at Bela Dubby. Lady had brought her laptop to the reading to get some work done among the words and as we left her hard drive crashed. We’ve spent all day seeing what can be done about it and getting a replacement computer so she could get some work done until we find if anyone can save her dead drive data before replacing it.

Her computer needs trump my own because she gets paid to do it and I don’t so she’s been borrowing my laptop to work ergo today’s blog is late.

Another nice at the reading was a toy dispenser machine containing small packets of letter tiles — fifty cents gets one entire alphabet with an extra a,e,i,l,o,r,s,t thrown in. I bought three sets to play poems and find it’s fun but a lot of work – you build a poem letter by letter by hand just like the old Linotype setters did.



tile poems & fotos by Smith

 

orbs of perception

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

lens light – foto by Smith

outside wall of Doubting Thomas Gallery – foto by Smith

toilet paper holder stand – foto by Smith

outside wall of Doubting Thomas Gallery – foto by Smith

glass block – foto by Smith

concrete road barricade- foto by Smith

outside wall of Doubting Thomas Gallery – foto by Smith

 

my tree barks

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

tarnished silver underside the mirror – foto by Smith

My Tree Barks

My bark is worse than my bite
although once my bite was worse than my bark
back when I was but bark on tree
and it was a dogwood tree
so I was bark bark
and became known as Bark Bark Smith
and little dogs pissed on me.

It was a good life
warm and wet
before I matured into tendril stock
which warps and weaves
in woof woof wonder
which is why
I’m now known as
Bark Bark Woof Woof Smith
the One Who Never Whimpers.


tendrils – foto by Smith

 

me back in art flow flux

Monday, April 19th, 2010

poster for The Pink Eye Book of Collage Release Extravaganza – by artist Leigh

We’ve been back in the States for 13 months now and I’m finally sneaking back into the art scene; I’m part of a collage show and art book publication.

I have five collages in Pink Eye Magazine‘s collage show opening next Friday April 30 and have been informed I’m to be one of a half-dozen artists to have a multi-page spread of my collages included in the attending limited-edition collage book — The Pink Eye Book of Collage — which features over 50 local artists’ collages in full glossy color. The book costs $20, which works out to less than 40 cents per color collage — that’s what I call affordable art.

Show is next Friday on Detroit Avenue about 10 blocks away from the Cleveland Public Theater. Here’s their press release.

~ ~ ~

The Pink Eye Book of Collage Release Extravaganza
(An Art Exhibition and Book Release with Live Music)
Friday April 30th 6pm – 11pm
Free
Wall Eye Gallery
5304 Detroit Ave. Cleveland, OH 44102
walleyegallery.blogspot.com/

Join the folks from Pink Eye Magazine as they celebrate their move from magazines to limited edition art books. Their first book release, The Pink Eye Book of Collage, features over 50 local artists’ collages in full glossy color. The opening will exhibit the works selected for the book (plus many more) as part of a large (over 150 pieces) salon styled show. Many well known local artists…in fact, too many to list, will be taking part in this exhibition of awesomeness, a must see for any fan of collage art. So come early – art will be sold affordably on a “grab and go” basis, and leave late – there will be live psyche-rock music provided by Freedom and Umm Qasr, as well as a plentiful bounty of beer supplied by (sponsor) P.B.R.

And the fun doesn’t stop there…the after party will be moving two blocks down the street to the Happy Dog (5801 Detroit Avenue, Cleveland, OH 44102) for more live sonic debauchery supplied by Hot Cha Cha, Film Strip and Beardo Bandini.

More Information at: pinkeyemag.com/

Pre-Order you book online at: pinkeyemag.com/shop/

Cheers! – Leigh & Ian (the Pink Eye People)


Tremont Smith 4-15-2010 – foto by Smith

 

bad two days too dazed blues

Sunday, April 18th, 2010

money wheel – foto by Smith

Rather windy last night, rattled our bedroom outer storm window all night long. Must have loosened something because today a visitor mentioned broken glass all over our side sidewalk — seems our storm window blew out and shattered, sending jagged glass down three stories to a empty sidewalk. And, as I was looking out the window at the damage, the window blinds fell down, striking my head and face. My first thought was what the flax did I do to disturb the flux this much?

My basic flow seems off lately — like I click to go somewhere on the net and the computer says DONE, smirks, and sits there grinning, gone nowhere.

This is in addition to yesterday’s malfunctions.

I let my Fifth Third Bank credit card expire while we were living outside the country. They authorized a new one without my permission, but I refused to activate it, so for a couple years it sat idle. But Fifth Third, as most the other banks, decided to change their rules before Obama’s new bank controls go into effect, so last December they charged one dollar to my inactive card and labeled the transaction “MINIMUM CHARGE”.

Then when I didn’t pay this unknown $1 charge on my inactivated credit card, they charged me $19 late fee. They did the same thing in January and February. February 22 I discovered this, called, had the charges backed out and cancelled the card.

Six weeks later I find I owe $60. Turns out they forgot to back out $1 so couldn’t cancel my card, so they added another $1 in March and April and another three $19 late charges for February, March and April. So in six weeks they turned their illegal $1 charge on an inactivated unasked-for credit card into $60 — that comes out to around 500% interest a year.

Called again, backed everything out, cancelled card again. We’ll see how the motherfluxers try to weasel out of it this time.

At least common crooks rob with a gun, not like the banks and the corporations and the police and the priests and the politicians and the insurance companies who rob using their ink pens and the law.

On a more interesting note, while we were swimming at the local rec center, I saw an old woman whose face and manner were more interesting than the rest of the old folk. In the sauna she started talking to me – turns out she’s a he who’s halfway through surgically being transformed into a woman — has breasts and a penis. Told me how she was using the woman’s room to change when an old woman got upset and complained to management. So she switched to the men’s room until a 10-year old boy went crying to his mother that a woman was using the men’s room. So the center put a lock on an out-of-the way bathroom and has her change there.

Then after I stop by the Chinese restaurant for some sesame chicken, an old over-weight woman with a hundred years of bad living smeared all over her face suddenly yells at the clerk who’s filling her order that those are small orders of shrimp, she ordered large. Clerk says fine, the large orders will be another $8.49. Customer starts screaming how she’s being ripped off, she’s waited too long, missed her bus, wants the large order without paying more, and finally screams “GIVE ME MY $18 BACK I’M LEAVING.” They do, she does. I’m standing there watching, sadly thinking the woman’s cutting her nose off to spite her face because not only has she lost her hot food and all the time she’s waited for it, but she’s riled herself into unhealthy waters as well. . . and I think back on how many times I’ve been caught in the same self-righteous rage myself and hurt myself and others by my principled anger that accomplished nothing except making life harder for me and those around me. Watching this foul-mouthed unreasonable out-of-control customer was like looking into a mirror at my old self. And what scares me is this old self of mine still lurks within just waiting to be unwittingly released to spew anew.

On a slightly different note, we bought some liquorice Altoids from a small hole-in-the-wall place for $1 a box. And they were delicious, so we bought more yesterday from a different store and the new ones are too strong to enjoy. We compared the two tin boxes they came in – the delicious ones had a sell-by date which had expired four years ago. We figure we’ll have to let these new ones age until 2015 before they’ve decayed enough for us to enjoy.

And finally, we had Lady’s Granny stay over with us over night, and the woman doesn’t know I smoke grass, so I had to walk three flights downstairs to the basement to toke. I get down there, load pipe, take one toke, try to relight and find my lighter has died, so I wearily climb three flights back up on my gimp leg and forgo the whole thing.

On a brighter note, this morning Lady’s not feeling well and I ask her what’s going on. She says she feels bad because of her period, the gray cold weather, the lack of sun. And I add, ‘And living with me.’ “No,” she says, “living with you is a joy.” ‘An almond joy?’ I inquire? “No, more of a cashew/peanut butter joy.” ‘Ah’ I exclaim, ‘you’re saying I’m a bit of a sticky wicket, eh?’

Good days, bad days – the only thing they have in common is they’re all blog fodder. And I’m in training to become the blog father of blog fodder.


rec center pool – foto by Smith

 

 
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