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shadow finger, the uncrashed car, 92 yr-old madness

Thursday, November 8th, 2018


from A Page of Madness, 1926, Teinosuke Kinugasa director

Watched the 1926 Japanese silent movie “A Page of Madness” – the strangest most amazing depiction of mental illness I’ve seen on film. 30 minutes in, in the middle of an insane melee in the madhouse, the film disappears, turns to grey static with the message: “Oops, Sorry something went wrong. Please close and reopen your browser. Error Code 3000,” so I start over, and 30 minutes after that, Twilightzonesville again with same message. 4 more errors in last 10 minutes. Perfect for a madness movie. And adding to the ambiance, there are no title cards – back then the Japanese hired a narrator to give verbal exposition in each theater – so except for the IMDB plot summary of “A husband picks up a job as a janitor at an insane asylum scheming all the time to be close to and free his wife from the institution where she recently attempted suicide,” its interpretation is up to you.

At one point it looked like the old grieving husband trying to rescue his wife was hitting on a young woman, which did not make any sense, so researched and found it was their daughter.

The film’s first 10 minutes are a masterwork multi-exposure fast-cut montage of insanity. Brilliant. And unpleasant.

The closest I can come in weirdness, style, and intensity is Ingmar Bergman – Personae and Hour of the Wolf.

Powerful flick. Going to seriously miss Filmstruck when it shuts down end of this month.

Madness, madness I say!

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The Starbucks barista asked which scone I wanted. Since the display had a glass top and a ceiling light above it. I held my finger on top and caressed the scone with its shadow. “The one with the shadow finger,” I replied. “Shadow finger?”, she glanced down, saw the shadow stroking the strawberry scone, looked up and broke out laughing.

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Car starts making weird mechno-electroid sounds on Lady’s way to work. At a red light, she turns it off to see if the sound disappears – whereupon the stop light turns green and the car to her left starts through the intersection… and is hit by a turning car. So noise and stop prevented her crashing too – which is good – but noise comes from dying A/C compressor which is $1300 to replace – which is bad. Already had 2-3 expensive repairs past 18 months. Car is an 11 yr-old Prius and we love it, but looks like time to move up the line.

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from A Page of Madness, 1926, Teinosuke Kinugasa director
















 

7 days in October

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2018

2018.10.15 – Alphaville
2018.10.16 – Ego & the Seven Smiths
2018.10.17 – Status Report 278
2018.10.18 – Lest Ye Be
2018.10.19 – Status Report 279
2018.10.20 – Wingdom Weather
2018.10.21 – Karmic Strip

~ ~ ~

Alphaville

What is the privilige of the dead?
– To die no more.

Do you know what turns darkness into light?
– Poetry.

What is your religion?
– I believe in the spontaneity of our conscience.

Those that have not been born, do not cry,
and have no regrets

~ ~ ~

Ego & the Seven Smiths

Grumpy, Irritable, Grouchy, Stubborn,
Arrogant, Angry, and Curmudgeon

~ ~ ~

Status Report 278

Night yet clings to dark earth
most folk still asleep
the air untainted with their need
but soon sun will rise
and dark dissipate
even if sky is clouded, rainy,
sun will rise
sun always rises

until it doesn’t

~ ~ ~

Lest Ye Be

Judge? Analyze?
The book or the cover?
Ya gotta, and you can’t.
You shouldn’t and you do.
But even this is a judgment.
Zen monks saying judgment is bad
is judgment.
Ya gotta cross the street
so you look both ways…
analysis, judgment
until you go
or don’t.

~ ~ ~

Status Report 279

Color creeps up sky
shadows rest for coming night
we wake
rise
lay on yesterday’s lies
step stepped steps
set old chairs round used table
looking at anything but each other
everything but ourselves
as we lie in layers
and rot
or not

~ ~ ~

Wingdom Weather

We don’t know what we don’t know
and we don’t know what we do
so believe Easter eggs and chocolate
and big debt Christmas crying on the cross
used-car lot asphalts forever
no-service service stations
big box stores
laugh track sitcom lives with no prize
going coming coming going
scarfing down legal lies
forgetting why`
how to fly
or even try

they’re so sly

~ ~ ~

Karmic Strip

I used to sail up denial
mile after mile of reprisal
drinking bitter brew

In fact, still do

Weary worry bone deep hurry
running lies up the line
leaping looping time

Worshiping fool

It’s in this niche that
the nose knows
the toes goes

Karma’s after fact

 

my October feature on Medusa’s Kitchen – 9 poems, 9 collages

Monday, October 22nd, 2018

My October feature at Medusa’s Kitchen is up, thanks to the generous heart and flowing eye of publisher/editor Kathy Kieth. I’m especially happy with this one – sometimes what you choose one month doesn’t read as well a month later when it appears, but this one flows right fine.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/10/sometimes-won-sometimes-lost.html

 

September feature of 9 poems 10 fotos on Medusa’s Kitchen

Thursday, September 27th, 2018

My 34th consecutive monthly feature is online at Medusa’s Kitchen out in northern California, thanks to publisher/editor Kathy Kieth.

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/09/used-ego-for-rent.html

My recent book “Where Never Was Already Is” consists of all the poems that appeared in my first 27 months on Medusa’s Kitchen… 324 pages, 244 poems, 29 illustrations, perfect bound, $15, 6″ x 9″ — http://ccpress.blogspot.com/2018/04/098Smith.html

 

10 mail arts 1988 – 1995 – 2002

Thursday, September 13th, 2018







5 mail art cards to Stone Ranger & Ann, 1988-1995



postcard to Pappy

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art for Artcrimes #14, The Book of Fools, 8.93


art for Artcrimes #20, Sea of Forgetfullness, 7.02



postcard for Mother Dwarf


these 10 collages by Steven B. Smith

 

I candy

Wednesday, September 5th, 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

~ ~ ~

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

~ ~ ~

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

~ ~ ~

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

~ ~ ~

Philosophy 174

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

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

~ ~ ~

Status Report 275

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

~ ~ ~

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

 

9 foto from ago

Thursday, August 16th, 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

~

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

~

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

~

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.

~

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.

~

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.

 

Hey Joe, where you going with that Smith art in your hand ? ! ?

Friday, July 13th, 2018


Rubicon, 41″ x 41′

Hanging art is an art, and Joe Vecchio done dood it good with his Smith family collection.

He and his gal are moving to Las Vegas, so we went over to fotograf my art he hadn’t packed yet. I haven’t seen them in maybe 20 years, and Lady K never has.

In the late-1990s, Joe and his brother Jim bought a bunch of pieces of mine, sometimes while I was still working on them on the floor (I work flat), and I haven’t seen most of them since.

So here’s one of Mother Smith’s and 16 of mine still hanging in his living room at what he calls Spahn Ranch East. Most the art is from the late 1990s.

north side, outside wall of living room:


Temptation, 24″ x 30″ x 5″
outside in weather 12 years or so
Joe calls it The Hand Of God

~

living room south wall:

Lost Supper Found, 26″ x 30″

Rom Rev, 26″ x 30″

Off Found, 26″ x 30″

Men New, 26″ x 30″

living room east wall

Rubicon, 41″ x 41″

Young Lenin, 22″ x 28″

Loch Ness Jesus, 32″ x 24″

Ripple, 17″ x 23″

Magritte, maybe 4″ x 6″


Spoonfull, 18″ x 14″
skeleton from fish I ate

Plato’s Barn, 1977, 24″ x 30″

living room north wall

Thank You Masked Man, 21″ x 28″

Ro 6, by Mother Dwarf Smith, maybe 12″ x 16″

living room west wall

Hey Joe, 50″ x 50″

William S. Burrough’s Totem Pole
freestanding, maybe 12″ x 36″
(top)





(shelf bottoms)





Joe Vecchio at work station

 

 
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