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Smiths, memoir, Minneapolis, Gamut Gallery

Monday, May 20th, 2013

Poet, Philosopher, Radical Christopher Shillock – foto from his websites

It pays to be nice to poets

Couple years ago a Myspace friend — Christopher Shillock, Minneapolis poet philosopher revolutionary with punk political street cred I admire — messaged me he was visiting Cleveland and were there any open mics.

One of the cooler places to read is the basement of Mac’s Backs Books. Co-owner Suzanne has been hosting readings since the early 1980s. She’s a selfless supporter of poetry . . . had she not bought so many poet’s books and given them such sweet deals for the past 34 years, she might be rich by now, that is if anyone CAN ever get rich running an independent bookstore.

Suzanne immediately added him as a third feature for that week’s reading, Lady cooked us dinner, and I drove him to the reading. Next night he took me to dinner where we were both unmasked as dangerous facades with soft pussycat centers, which is pretty amazing considering his black leather jacket and wild hair coming across like someone you’d not want to disrespect in a dark alley (and there are even a few folk who fear me, go figure).

For the curious, there’s his blog tcbard.blogspot.com/,
an older bio mindspring.com/~jcsiii/,
a glowing newspaper article tcdailyplanet.net/news/2005/12/03/chris-shillock-anarchist-action
and his Facebook page facebook.com/christopher.shillock.

After Lady published my memoir last year, Chris offered to set up a book reading/one-night art show for us in Minneapolis. I’m really looking forward to this, going to a new city to read before an audience of strangers.

So take it to heart and be nice to strange poets . . . you never know when they’ll be nice right back at you.


Poet, Philosopher, Radical Christopher Shillock with sweet innocent Smith
– foto from his websites

 

Be Guns Begone Begun

Friday, April 26th, 2013

danger – foto Smith

Be Guns Begone Begun

13 I put the muzzle of my single shot 22
against a bumblebee buzzing flower
and BAM
no bee to be
rather or not no question

14 I was shot at by an irate owner
who objected to two kids stealing his car
out of his attached garage next to the picture window
he was sitting with his back to
while watching TV
as we rolled his car down the driveway
hoping he wouldn’t hear
but he came out yelling
then dashed back in
back out with a rifle
and started shooting
AT HIS OWN CAR
I mean, we were in it of course
so he was shooting at us
but still it was his metal between

23 I robbed two stores with a gun in my belt
made me feel big
until I saw the second clerk’s fear
her not knowing I’d not hurt her
me knowing I’d lost

Which led to more running from cops
but for once getting caught
with twenty gunned cops
pointing pistols at me
and a year in prison

67 sees both ends wrong
violence do or done
downs all
force don’t purify course

— Smith, 4.26.2013


don’t play with guns – foto Smith

 

me and Shakey(speare)

Monday, April 1st, 2013

screen shot – foto Smith

Was on the English news site Guardian and to the left of an article on Shakespeare, they displayed an Amazon ad for my memoir “Stations of the Lost & Found – A True Tale of Armed Robbery, Stolen Cars, Outsider Art, Mutant Poetry, Underground Publishing, Robbing the Cradle, and Leaving the Country” by Smith & Lady.

At least they have us in appropriate company.

amazon.com/Stations-Lost-Found-Steven-Smith/dp/1477628290/ to buy on Amazon.

createspace.com/3903652 to buy on CreateSpace.

facebook.com/StationsLostFound on Facebook for fotos, art, raw material, extracts, and reader comments.

One side note — this book is my life from 1946 through 2006, but it is really Lady’s book because she’s the one who insisted we needed to write it now, not later. She also started it by gathering my true stories and poems together and then interviewing me for more. She created the initial manuscript and then we spent 7 years passing it back and forth 40 times or so, each of us editing, deleting, rearranging, adding.

Check out the Facebook link to see the good words being received from readers. Maj Ragain said he’s never read anything quite like it, that it had crept into his dreams.

A few comments:

Wednesday Kennedy: your book is my toilet reading Steven Smith it’s terrific.
I can pick it up on any page. I love your book so much Smith. I just went to the toilet and read another paragraph it was only a wee …ahaha. a poo and I can get through a whole page. your book gets better with a second read and on the loo i can really relax into it ahaha.

Mary E. Weems: A real page-turner, downstairs in my front room laughing my ass off—instead of exercising which was the plan before I opened you to read for about 10 minutes…..wow, my friend, wow….

And a fine write by book and paper artist Melissa Jay Craig (aka Filed Marshal May Midwest): Stations of the Lost and Found, co-written with his lovely and talented wife, Lady K, is utterly, at times even painfully, honest. It’s all there: outrageous drug use, armed robbery, sex, adultery, his near-death by alcohol…and, perhaps glossed-over a tiny bit: redemption. A Next Chapter needs to be written, definitely.

I liked this book, A Lot. Much more than Kerouac, to which it has been compared. Yes, Smith is my friend; I’ve read earlier versions and have known some of the stories for years (and have lived through some as well, though I learned some new things, like about the LSD). This is the best telling ever, no question, and I think I would have liked it if I didn’t know him or the stories. Smith’s own blurb about the book is much, much better than anything I can write; so please read it here. He has led one strange life. The oddest thing about it, though, is that Smith is – and has always been – one of the most morally sound people I know. And absolutely one of the funniest. One story that didn’t make it to the book is something another friend told him years ago (the second thing that comes to my mind after ‘brave’): “Smith, if we just went by the facts, none of us would be here.” Read this book; it’s truly true and stranger than fiction.


Smith’s brain – foto Smith

 

The Next Big Thing: the Smith sequence

Wednesday, February 13th, 2013

Stations of the Lost & Found – foto Smith

Here’s my section of The NEXT BIG THING, a chain-blog where an author answers a list of questions about one of their books, then asks five writers to answer the same list, with everyone blogging their answers with links to the previous few blogs.

I was asked by poet/publisher Bree. You can read her answers at Bree’s blog, as well as Bree-tagged poet John Swain’s answers at Swain’s blog.

My foto was used on the cover of John’s book, and Bree has published both of us, so we’re all incestuously poetically entwined.

Q: What is the title of the book?

Stations of the Lost & Found: a True Tale of Armed Robbery, Stolen Cars, Outsider Art, Mutant Poetry, Underground Publishing, Robbing the Cradle, and Leaving the Country by Smith & Lady.

Q: Where did the idea come from for the book?

After Lady moved in with me in 2005 I started telling her my past adventures and she said there was a book there. I said yes I know, I’m going to write it someday, and she said “No, there’s a book right now” and started collecting my past into a manuscript.

Q: What genre does your book fall under?

Memoir, autobiography 1946-2006.

Q: What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?

It’s too late for Humphrey Bogart or Robert Mitchum to play me and Lauren Bacall to be Lady, so Edward Norton for me, Lady Gaga as Lady, Sean Penn for my brother Cat, Donald Southerland as Space Ranger, Gertrude Stein as Melissa, and Rip Torn as Jude Wilson . . . Chiplis can play Chiplis.

Q: What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

Good gone bad gone good.

Q: How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

Started collecting fall of 2005, began editing in Croatia winter 2006; then passed the manuscript back and forth over three continents for editing 40-50 times before publishing it back here in the U.S. in 2012.

Q: Who or what inspired you to write this book?

I have more — and more outrageous — life stories than most.

Q: What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Here’s the back cover blurb: “Drug orgies, massive refindings of reality, the acceptance of interdimensions. Errant life scout, cultural adventurer, perception tester, court jester, inner seeker, reality adjuster, flow surfer, servant and searcher of Other.

“Born in Bitterroot, raised on Paradise Prairie, farm boy, car thief, Naval Academy, expelled for dope, society marriage, armed robbery, jail, illegal loft dweller, Artcrimes, rat attacks, overdose, celibate, remarried, expat. Ran from the cops ten times, got away nine.”

In a way it is the story of the U.S. since the end of WWII, at least the underground creative road less traveled anti-barcode America.

Reader comments, book excerpts, extra fotos, and some raw material available at FaceBook at facebook.com/StationsLostFound.

Book may be ordered at createspace.com/3903652 or through Amazon.com.

Amazon has a nice feature where you can “look inside” at the contents, the first 6 pages, or my favorite which is “Surprise me” . . . it even lets you “search” the book for specific words. Heck, hit “Surprise me” often enough and you might get the whole book eventually for free.

Q: Is your book self-published or represented by an agency?

We self-published it via CreateSpace as print-on-demand, but are looking for an agent to get it professionally published.


back cover blurb – foto Smith

 

Junk It, Kick It, Spit On It (for Steven B. Smith)

Friday, January 4th, 2013

A hard way to go – foto Smith

Here’s Mark Weber’s 1989 unflattering poem on me as a drunk. I drank myself to death less than 2 years after this, woke up in intensive care. Sober since.

Junk It, Kick It, Spit On It (for Steven B. Smith)

I don’t think there was
anybody in the Tremont bar last night
that didn’t relate
to what you were going thru

we’re concerned, but yeah
go head on
kick the shit out of everything
burn all the money
and the papers
in your wallet
break every glass you drank out of
kiss everybody
roll on the floor
bark like a dog
throw chairs
pronounce: “I’m not sure this
is worth selling out for”
sleep on the bar next to your wine
tie Amy Sparks’ shoe laces together
ask the microphone if yr a democrat
or a republican
stand there teetering
leering
drunker than drunk

how in the fuck did you
ever get home
last night
anyway?

— Mark Weber, 1989


Coulda been me – foto Smith

 

 
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