Blog Home Agent of Chaos City Poetry Zine Buy Stuff!
 
...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )
 
   
 
 

Archive for the ‘Art’ Category

frayed strings + long ago and far away + 2 collages

Wednesday, November 15th, 2017

Frayed Strings

The soundtrack without sound
in a movie never made

The apple of the paring
for the pie that wasn’t baked

The scratch of itch not coming
after sneeze aborts in air

The weight of daily drubbing
knowing fair is never fair

Final stride at end of day
which began with one at dawn

The learning from your “betters”
that you’re not even pawn

Looking in the morning mirror
hoping not to see an ass

The pocket ever empty
weighing wallet’s minus mass
– Smith, 11.15.2017

Have a poem published yesterday on John Grochalski’s WINEDRUNK SIDEWALK: SHIPWRECKED IN TRUMPLAND — https://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2017/11/day-two-hundred-and-ninety-nine.html

 

song & chance man

Wednesday, October 4th, 2017


Fear & Love in Los Cleveland
20″ x 14″ x 4″, 2010, Smith

A few shots of “Fear & Love in Los Cleveland” from 2010 I did for a Shawn Mishk show at Doubting Thomas Gallery.

~

Could be turning this into a song; friend sez he can write some 12-bar blues for it. So, somewhere down the timeline…

Slow Talkin’ Blues

Well I talk to myself
I answer too
yes I talk to myself
and answer too
no one understands
why I do what I do

Moon up high
covers cold cold ground
yes moon up sky
casts no warmth down
if I don’t talk to myself
won’t be no sound

It’s said the Devil’s tongue
packs a wicked wit
while an angel’s wings
don’t always fit
some further heaven
some feather pit

Folk yak at me
their words got no life
folk flap their if
make whole buncha strife
so I gotta ask
why you spout such tripe?

You got a mouth
even a mom won’t kiss
your crap smothers
all kinds of bliss
why you wanna
muck around like this?

I gotta say
things aint quite right
too many stray
in lack of light
yet you say go way
tend my own blight

If I don’t talk
there ain’t no sound
just endless walk
round this nowhere ground
but when I do
I sound like a clown

– Smith, 10.4.2017







Fear & Love in Los Cleveland
20″ x 14″ x 4″, 2010, Smith

 

4 small Smith pieces 1996-2015

Tuesday, September 5th, 2017



Plot to Get Whitey, 1996, 9 x 11, Smith



Afterthought, 1996, 6 x 5, Smith



Limbic Rock, 2000, 9 x 12, Smith



Off Grid, 2015, 5.5 x 7.5, Smith

 

22 year art spread

Wednesday, July 26th, 2017


Afterthought, 1996, Smith, 6.25″ x 5″
Offgrid, 2015, Smith, 5.5″ x 7.5″
On the Beach, 2015, Smith, 11″ x 14″

3 pieces of art, over 22 years. The blue is copper corrosion (which is translucent), the brown dress patterns, brown-orange is rust.

Status Report 258

Sad sad song sung bad bad bad
the remains of the not quite making sense

The lines lie north and south of truth
shaped by serious shadow

Black cat, black curtain
the cloth has claws

– Smith, 7.26.2017



On the Beach, 2015, Smith, 11″ x 14″


Offgrid, 2015, Smith, 5.5″ x 7.5″


Afterthought, 1996, Smith, 6.25″ x 5″

 

Alice-in-Wonderland bornday cake by Lady K

Sunday, July 23rd, 2017

Lady K made an Alice-in-Wonderland themed 3-tiered cake for our niece’s 1-year birthday party. Each tier was a different flavor.

It was a hit.

Sometime soon I’ll be adding a gallery of Lady’s art cakes to agentofchaos.com. They’ve all been above and beyond.

The smaller cake is a smash cake, just for Liberty to enjoy. She smeared the icing over every surface, plopped her face into the icing, then pushed it onto the floor.

Fun was had by all.







Liberty Lynn Green’s 1st year birthday cake
7.22.2017 – cake, design, drawing by Lady K

 

2 pieces of my art, 49 years apart

Saturday, July 22nd, 2017


left: East of the Sun, West of the Moon
20″ x 16″, December 2015, Smith
right: Voodoo Lounge, 1968, 20″ x 30″, Smith

Two of my art works, 49 years apart.

Fotos above are
East of the Sun, West of the Moon, December 2005
and
Voodoo Lounge, my first wall piece, 1968.
The blue is my mixture of copper corrosion. The action figure is Edgar Allen Poe with a raven on his shoulder.

Did my first piece of art in 1965. Still doing it.
First poem I still have is from 1964. Still doing it.

Going to try to post a piece or two every few days cuz folk have forgotten I do as much art as poetry.

The last solo Smith & Lady show was 2012 at the Mastroianni Gallery, titled Sacred Pulp – Two Dead Smiths, Two Live Smiths, featuring my dead mom Mother Dwarf (1926-2005), my dead brother Cat (1957-1987), my live wife Lady K, and me (current status enigmatic)

My brother Cat Smith blew his brains out at age 30 in the bed of his pickup due to too much alcohol, too much speed and coke, marriage problems, financial problems, the stress of trying to keep his and our father’s Brick/Block/Stone mason business going in light of Pappy’s decaying health, and maybe perhaps starting drugs too young – he was 11 when he first dropped acid in high school. I was 21 when I started drugs, had a chance to ripen before diving in.

Fair Trade

I don’t always turn the other cheek,
sometimes I slap back.

And I always forgive,
but never forget.

So beware,
fair is fair.

– Smith, 7.21.2017

Fotos below:
word piece is Voodoo Lounge, 1968, 20″ x 30″, Smith
blue piece is East of the Sun, West of the Moon
20″ x 16″, December 2015, Smith








Fotos above:
word piece is Voodoo Lounge, 1968, 20″ x 30″, Smith
blue piece is East of the Sun, West of the Moon
20″ x 16″, December 2015, Smith

 

spiderlight

Saturday, June 24th, 2017

Yesterday was good for creativity – Medusa’s Kitchen featured my poems, fotos, and a song, and the latest Crisis Chronicles Press publication arrived with my cover foto.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/06/they-call-me-bone.html

http://ccpress.blogspot.com/2017/06/091Greiner.html

Class War

There’s the cashew halves
and the cashew have-nots

– Smith, 6.23.2017

~

Closed

Lonely OPEN sign blinking
in warm unwelcome
long past closing time
in deserted dark
even the flies asleep
as spiders walk their empty webs
in search of jerk and quiver

– Smith, 6.24.2017

 

demons, doubts, detours

Tuesday, June 6th, 2017

Trickle Tongues

Hey Mister what you doin’
with your hand in my pocket
truth is truth no foolin’
no matter what you call it
you takin’ big handfuls
puttin’ out more trash
turnin’ green to landfills
talkin’ out your ass

it sorta seems like sin, sir
it sorta seems like sin
this talk not talked between us
that goes on round the rim

we make a lot of noise
so we don’t have to listen
to the grass
to the sky
to the trees
but there’s still a whisker of whisper
from head to bended knee

you is what you is
though they say you ain’t
the wrong side of bliss
do tender the taint

demons, doubts, detours
sure slather the wrong side of sure

hand me off through a paint store window
toss me to the other side
where rights crispy don’t burn at the stake
and truth ain’t daily lied

except truth’s not truth till it’s verified
and we’re the butt of truths implied

– Smith, 6.5.2017

I have a self portrait in THE ARTISTS’ TRUST – A Portrait of the Artist from Cuyahoga County: a community project by Liz Maugans, created for the Constant as the Sun Exhibition at MOCA Cleveland.

Click on https://theartiststrustcuyahogacounty.com/ for an everchanging carasel of over 300 artists, or try https://theartiststrustcuyahogacounty.com/#jp-carousel-1290 to start with mine. A fascinating variety of artistic self portraits/


to better times

 

Lady K’s spring 2017 issue of The City

Saturday, April 15th, 2017

Lady K published her online seasonal poetry/art journal this morning minutes before we left for the MetroPark Canalway reading celebrating it.

Absolutely excellent issue featuring Laura Dumm, Robert Lee Haycock, Bree Zlee Bodnar, Michael Joseph Arcangelini, Tim Joyce, Marc Steven Mannheimer, Chris Cipriani, Russell Vidrick, John Swain, Christina M. Brooks, Tim Green, Maj Ragain, Heather Ann Schmidt, D.R. Wagner, Satya Robin, Jim Lang, Kevin Eberhardt, Lady K, and me.

The City Spring 2017 issue – see we for free here >

Spring 2017

CoXistence

A White-breasted Nuthatch
a Red-bellied Woodpecker
and an American Goldfinch
meet and eat at the suet
with nary a bomb in sight

though two male Cardinal reds
do fight flight
over yellowbrown female friend

– Smith, 4.15.2017


 

 

better clown than clone

Tuesday, January 10th, 2017

motzsmith3
painting of Smith by Ken Motz

Self Portrait 2

Better clown than clone
better up than down

Worse with people than alone
prefer smile over frown

~

Self Portrait 3

Of the hour of the wolf
(3 to 5 am)
plus the hour of the ghosts
(midnight)
and the hour of the owl
(dawn and dusk)
I’m in dawn of owl

– Smith, 1.10.2017

motzsmithflag
painting of Smith by Ken Motz

 

 
Copyright (c) 2009 Smith & Lady
Designed by Lady K