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Archive for August, 2012

Flesh Form

Thursday, August 30th, 2012

the spirit rose – foto Smith

Flesh Form

Not so much I mind the flesh
but the pains,
sweat, elimination, eating,
not being able to fly
are not to my design.
I want to soar, swoop, swirl, whirl . . .

Except I do mind this meat prison me
free flow flux
caged in flesh
gravity
earth
time
when I wish sky, beyond, why . . .

— Smith, 8.30.2012


fleshform- foto Smith

 

Compassion is most applicable for those in need of it

Wednesday, August 29th, 2012

Compassion comes from a limitless well and we don’t have to dole it out sparingly. As a matter of fact, compassion is most called for in circumstances that try patience.

I think specifically of the Cleveland Five, mostly overgrown kids, young men who were part of the Occupy Cleveland movement. The FBI people came up with a plot to blow up a bridge, resources to do the plot, approached these young men with the idea, and encouraged and coaxed them to do it.

The five were among the most irresponsible of the bunch of activists—immature, some troubled. At least one of them had been to prison before.

But they are lovable despite all this, to me, at any rate. I’ve been through troubled times, and I think many excellent people have had these times, and it’s just something one gets over with time. These kids had an adolescent, creative spirit. I think of one of them and how he dressed, River Phoenix good looks, purposefully torn jeans. These kids wanted to be part of something larger than themselves.

The fact that they were caught up in a good movement was great (Occupy Cleveland operates according to principles of nonviolence), but unfortunately in Cleveland they were victimized by someone working on trying to discredit the movement.

The Cleveland Five had ideals despite falling for the plot. They thought outside of their own needs much of the time. They actually participated immensely in the maintenance of the info tent downtown. It was physically and mentally hard because one would not really know if another person was going to come for relief. Also, cold during the winter. Heck, they were out there all winter for lengthy periods of time, a lot of them!

They helped feed the homeless and they also made Public Square safer. Crime went down in the square when the movement was there. And these young men were a part of the movement.

I felt that due to their immaturity, remnants of adolescent anger and bravado, they were more susceptible to the person who was working for the FBI. The FBI person came up with the plot and supplied the means. Without him doing that, the young men would’ve not done anything like what they are being punished for.

It was unfair. It was like creating a virtual reality environment in which no harm can be done (because the explosives were set up to not work) and luring susceptible people in, but then punishing them for real as though they’d masterminded the situation.

Another analogy: it’s like those FBI people were drug pushers going around a junior high school tempting students. In that case, the law might penalize the drug pushers rather than the junior high school students who fall for the drugs. The students might get counseling whereas the pusher might go to jail.

In my opinion the proper course of action is for the young men to go to psychiatric hospitals for a year or so and then be released. And for the FBI to be investigated by Congress and/or its own internal quality control mechanisms such that it stops entrapping people! Entrapment like what the FBI did = causing bad situations. Entrapment does not equal solving problems. Entrapment only equals causing problems.

You can help with legal costs of four of the five here…

~ Lady

 

 

Masked Parade

Wednesday, August 29th, 2012

Ever feather – foto Smith

Masked Parade

Butterfly in bed
color gone
flown.

Which face do I wear?
There’s a man playing discontinuous saxophone in a chair.

Things change real fast these days
and I’m way behind.

Butterfly blossom
leaves old tired shrunken husk
rises to new light.

— Smith, 8.29.2012


in wink’n'nod – foto Smith

 

Overdue

Tuesday, August 28th, 2012

Out – foto Smith

Overdue

My life is like a book
which is cool
but it’s not always
the one I want to be reading
right now

— Smith, 8.28.2012


In – foto Smith

 

that’s Pat’s in the Flats #2

Monday, August 27th, 2012


Pat’s in the Flats, found-neon assemblage by Chiplis – foto Smith

Sold nine copies of the memoir at a reading. It was a strange sensation, exceeding expectation. We have three copies left to sell and five more readings scheduled . . . better buy another box of books.

I was off inwardly as emcee for yesterday’s Poetry at Pat’s in the Flats reading. My previous two MC gigs this year were both new, fresh, off the cuff, exciting — which sparked my inner light. Yesterday was my first attempt at duplicating a previous gig and I wasn’t ready. When you have a regular gig, spontaneity flies out the door and spontaneity is what drives me behind the mic, so preparation’s needed next time.

Maybe having to hawk the book also added to my unease . . . I hate hawking. Before October’s Poetry at Pat’s in the Flats I’ll have to probe my psyche, practice my patter, maybe pull out a performance — but then my whole *performance* is about not having a *performance*, so that wouldn’t work very well.

I even read badly from my own book. I’m not used to reading badly these days . . . usually so-so is as low as I go.

But machts nichts because bottom line I had a great time; the featured poets were top-notch, the open mic readers each worthy of featuring, and the music by Malphonia was so sweet, poignant, evocative of another time and place . . . even old-fashioned in the best way of the word. One of the open mic poets (Mikel) even pulled out a bassoon and played a short number . . . what a beautiful looking and sounding instrument (although you don’t really pull out a bassoon, you take it out piece by piece by piece by piece by piece and assemble it).

So, seiza ya sometime in late October when we have the Fall Session, Poetry at Pat’s in the Flats #3 . . . it might be held outside on the back patio under the autumn sky, and they’ll likely let me emcee. Gotta get better at this public persona stuff, especially if the memoir makes it.



Some bands that’ve played at Pat’s in the Flats past 30 years – fotos Smith


Pat’s in the Flats – fotos Smith

Shelly Chernin on ukulele – foto Smith


Malphonia (1st foto is more accurate) – fotos Smith

Door to men’s room – foto Smith

Lady listening – foto Smith

Ambience at Pat’s in the Flats – foto Smith

 

 
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