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Archive for January, 2012

Yes we have No

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

Yes we – foto of Smith’s t-shirt

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.” – Groucho Marx

Waiting in line at the bank, Lady and I started singing Yes We Have No Bananas. The chorus is silly, absurd, slightly surreal, seriously shallow and mostly negative yet is sung with the brightest poppiest sense of absolutely positive upbeat joy:

(chorus)
YES! We have no bananas,
We have no bananas today.
We’ve string beans and HON-ions,
Cab-BAH-ges and scallions
And all kinds of fruit, and say
We have an old fashioned to-MAH-to,
Long Island po-TAH-to,
But YES! We have no bananas.
We have no bananas today.

“Yes! We Have No Bananas” was written by Frank Silver and Irving Cohn for the 1922 Broadway revue Make It Snappy. It was sung by Eddie Cantor in the revue, and the song became a major hit in 1923.

I love silly songs, like Surfin’ Bird  by The Trashmen from 1963:

“A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word / A-well-a, bird / Surfin’ bird / Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb, aaah / Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa / Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow / Papa-ooma-mow-mow”

or Mairzy Doats, composed in 1943 by Milton Drake:

Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey,
Sing “Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.”


have no – foto of Smith’s t-shirt

I looked thru my 49 years of poems and found three bananas fragments.

~ ~ ~

Poke banana tree
with sharp stick until it bows.
Harvest the bounty.

~ ~ ~

Be one
Be nothing
Bananas brown Asian to African
Albinos weep white
dark, as Africa used to be

~ ~ ~

Coffee in morning
Hot lentil curry for lunch
Dinner banana

(stanzas from Cutting Coffee, 2008 – Lots Overlapping, 1995 – Mundania, 2010)

I also did a riff on Surfin’ Bird:

Chorus Line

Oopa wapa papa
Mau wow wow

Ohpa papa wapa
Wow mau mau

Oopa papa
Oopa mama
Oopa baby
Oops

— Smith, 2005


bananas – foto of Smith’s t-shirt

 

T.V.O.D.

Monday, January 30th, 2012

Yellow red 1 – foto Smith

T.V.O.D.

The forgotten blindfold
Acts on obsession
Rides crooked trail
Sweet smells success
Hides blood money
Warriors pit

Lies’ true speed colors night
Graphics violence

— Smith, 2004


Yellow red 2 – foto Smith

 

emasculate tongues

Sunday, January 29th, 2012

Freudian Slip – foto Smith

Foreplay

Freud comes tonight
to mock our mere
reflected lives
refracted fear,
shelf dependents
miming mirror
of every man and action.

In abstinence
such sibilance
through undue trade
and undulance
calls forth
in outlawed ambulance
emotional transaction.

These scars we horde
until they’re heard
to bargain bare
a binding word,
the players paid
and pompous lured
to daily dead transgression.

Nipples rise
through lemon dust
raw, red
and real in sapient lust,
emasculate tongues
court and musk
mother’s moist application.

— Smith, 1987


Moist application – foto Smith

 

Secret sin

Saturday, January 28th, 2012

Stress – foto Smith

Do Be Done

I know your scent
O yellow phantom
O red shell
O stolen flag becoming Buddha
O transvestite Greek girl in YMCA tears
Oops
Deep Freud
Cut and dried driving time
The V-ness controls the penis
Womb server
Wee Willie wiser
In new morning
Both the doing
And the doing done
Humid being
Wet with symbol solution
Peel feel from ground
Walk wailing evening
Commotion strange
Cleft of ages
Tally whore in freak amore
I name your secret sin

— Smith, 2005


Wet light – foto Smith

 

Dead men’s fingers

Friday, January 27th, 2012

The Watcher – foto Smith

Blood Diamond Sutra

While time dries the blood of history
dead men’s fingers drive the train.
We tunnel down to basic mystery
then execute, and wait for pain.
Why walk this world full of misery
search and seek for better gain.

Just try to live outside of usury
try to follow righteous reign.
With gold above, below’s all blistery
Hell and Heaven both the same.
A game they play to say “This is me”
pre-planned to place the proper blame.

So in this unclean sticky pissery
to stop the smell please try to aim.

— Smith, 2009


Complicated swirl – foto Smith

 

 
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