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Archive for August, 2018

7 most recent poems

Monday, August 27th, 2018

7 most recent poems:

2018.8.13 – Lizard Load
2018.8.14 – Status Report 274
2018.8.16 – Fuel for the Fire
2018.8.22 – Sermon of the Sum
2018.8.23 – Philosophy 174
2018.8.24 – Status Report 275
2018.8.25 – Status Quo

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Lizard Load

Meatbag walking meatbag talking
meatbag grabbing what they will

Spermworm musing slick wet stalking
spirit shackled stone

Gotta eat, gotta sleep
clear that bone juice from inside

Mind delaying flesh composting
I am meat looking for mouth

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Status Report 274

I hear stupid’s too stupid
to know it’s stupid
and I see stupid in the mirror sometimes
and wonder if I’m too stupid
to see him more often

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Fuel for the Fire

We look through shadow
for sample of sun
for night is short-sight light
since apple was won
or lost
at dawn of good and evil

With eye for lie we live in blindness
sacrifice flesh for burn of righteousness

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Sermon of the Sum

Got crutches for our crutches
lies to sell our soul
keep the wheel going
no matter what we know

Have to feed the monkey
with money on the make
it ain’t funny honey
if you lose more than you take

I know pre-chosen diction
certain aisles we should walk
in capitalistic infection
of altrustic balk

But then, no one asked me
if I wanted to join this messy
surreal comedy
where more is always less

So have no expectations
I know there’s none of mine
we are our own creation
somehow lay with lie

Eight-fold path
foretold thought
first is last
should would ought

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Philosophy 174

Moon blood comes, moon blood goes,
moon blood stops, moon blood flows.

Life goes on, life stops,
sometimes won, sometimes lost.

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Status Report 275

Running the red line —
stress
political anger
coffee
slightly modulated by weed
and budding Buddha heed

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Status Quo

8 fish die
7 are born
we’re still in the game

4 hives dead
5th still going
6 months to go to know

72 years worry weary
getting wary wise
in wander

1 day polio
next day free Salk vaccine —

so no worry, we could all be saved by aliens

 

foto grafiks

Tuesday, August 21st, 2018

 

9 foto from ago

Thursday, August 16th, 2018

 

9 fotos

Wednesday, August 15th, 2018

 

scraps and crap

Thursday, August 9th, 2018

Someone asked for my black bean soup recipe. This is a first for me.

Smith’s random black bean soup

3 segments of garlic
1 very large onion or 3 smaller ones
3 carrots
4 stalks celery

chop the above, add to large pan with 1/3 cup olive oil
and saute

add tablespoon ground cumin, black pepper, some smoked salt

add large can diced tomatoes. 3 cans of black beans with juice
3 caps sherry, 1/3 cup miso, 1/2 cup black beluga lentils,
1 container vegetable broth, msg if desired
bring to low boil

lower flame and simmer for 1 hour

take 1/4 of it and put thru a blender
add back in
add chopped green onions, chopped cilantro, chopped parsley,
and some frozen corn
bring to low boil, lower flame to simmer
and slow cook for an hour

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I have a foto on new Crisis Chronicles Press book cover.
https://ccpress.blogspot.com/2018/08/howey099.html

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And here’s my July feature on Medusa’s Kitchen thanks to publisher/editor Kathy Kieth… this is my 33rd consecutive month: http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/07/wolf-parts-poems-and-visuals-by-smith.html

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We all blind ourselves.

“Where you come from is gone.
Where you thought you were going to weren’t never there.
And where you are ain’t no good unless you can get away from it.”

You want strange? Comedy? Absurd? The Church of Christ Without Christ?

Then you need “Wise Blood,” from 1979, the movie John Huston made from Flannery O’Connor’s first novel (1952). With Brad Dourif and Harry Dean Stanton.

I saw the movie at the Cedar Lee when it came out 39 years ago and was wondering if it could possibly be as good as I remembered. Finally found it again (on Filmstruck). It is. 5 stars out of 4.

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Another Filmstruck film – His Kind of Woman, 1951, Robert Mitchum, Jane Russell, Vincent Price, directed by Richard Fleischer (although uncredited, he redid the film after John Farrow’s failure) – a film noir of piranhas in a pool fighting over whom to eat – I used to see these as entertainment, but today realized they’re education, prophesy, life as it’s actually lived — we’re all meat, just looking for a mouth.

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Wine More Than Women

Dead poets sing tall towers
of empty icing,
of love without helping,
love without caring,
love without sacrifice,
love without being there,
of loving land more than people,
people more than person,
strangers more than family,
of women who wait without complaint
while men fight wars,
drink wine,
cry.

This is not poetry,
this is not love.

This is masturbation,
this is licking one’s self in the mirror.

Love is changing diapers,
love is getting up before dawn and going to work,
love is not eating the last piece of pie,
love is looking, watching, sharing,
caring.

Love is not thumping chest,
love is not beating brow,
love is not patriarchy,
love is not lies.

Their poet love is empty love,
self love,
love of sound and whistle
minus meaning.

Love is dirty,
love is work.

Love is worth it
when you’re worthy.

As is poetry.

 

 
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