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Cleveland Cleavage

Friday, August 11th, 2017

Cleveland Cleavage

Fleshly crease nigh nipple to neck
filled with sweet and sweat and scent

Jiggle jam compressed along
eye line song I long to roam

Cleavage is an isn’t impression
one nothing created by two tensions

A front-fleshed crack
to remind of ass smack

My wife is my breast friend
front and back and either end

– Smith, 8.11.2017

 

May 20 Lady Poem

Friday, May 20th, 2016

The coaxing of the robin before dawn
and incidental whish of raft of car on the
subliminal freeway

Train half mile away like some
thought from the land’s integration
with man

A few more rafts of cars like the wind
picking up, now someone waking up

And I’m cheered by coffee on this
Friday morning regrouping of my wits
anticipating weekend’s freedom like a
calm Christmas

~ Lady

 

In C by Terry Riley, 1964, 42′ 03″

Monday, May 2nd, 2016

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Looking out our 3rd floor window at the sycamore tree next door, its new spring leaves are exploding in wee bursts of yellowgreen, giving a whole different view and ambiance to life . . for the better.

It’s so fast. The buds break, there are wee peeping of green, than WHAM, tree’s suddenly nothing but leaves and I have to weave and bob my head to see the traffic lights through them so I can bet on the red/yellow/green.

We need to slow this down, so I offer Season Savings Time.

We’d turn spring to half speed, so the new green glow would last twice as long, day after day of slow grow green, endless flower blooms, achingly sweet soft breezes caressing Cleveland cleavage in endless just-warm-enough sun.

Then summer and fall we’d go back to normal time, and of course having to balance the equation, we’d speed winter up twice as fast and get it over with.

But now I reflect, fall is magic too, and summer here frequently brutal, so speed summer up by 25%, speed winter 75%, slow fall 50%, and we’d have it all, with even Goldilocks happy.

Especially since Winter now is basically 6 months, Spring maybe three weeks, summer endless, and fall all too short.

Speaking of timing (musical, that is)…

In C by Terry Riley, 1964, 42′ 03″

plunk plunk plunk plunk
pluck punk plunk

each step in journey a journey
each journey in journey a step

night chimes in soft sun on daylit porch
coffee dark with hot opium steam

a catching of the carousel
with a scratching of the rote

tunnel down and loop back heart
bouncing brave on rubber rung

sung in song such simple sayings
singing swaying in sun

run run run run, run run run more
till bottom drops out of floor

– Smith, 5.2.2016

Can’t remember whether I came across In C, Terry Riley’s 1964 recording, in 1968 or 71, but it’s my favorite 42 minute musical composition (performances can vary from 15 minutes to 2 hours), although actually it is one of my favorites of any length – definitely in my top ten tunes along with Yoko Ono’s Walking On Thin Ice and Leonard Cohen’s Everybody Knows.

Here’s a 10 minute taste –

“In C consists of 53 short, numbered musical phrases, lasting from half a beat to 32 beats; each phrase may be repeated an arbitrary number of times. Each musician has control over which phrase they play: players are encouraged to play the phrases starting at different times, even if they are playing the same phrase. In this way, although the melodic content of each part is predetermined, In C has elements of aleatoric music to it.[4] The performance directions state that the musical ensemble should try to stay within two to three phrases of each other. The phrases must be played in order, although some may be skipped. As detailed in some editions of the score, it is customary for one musician (“traditionally… a beautiful girl,” Riley notes in the score)[5] to play the note C in repeated eighth notes, typically on a piano or pitched-percussion instrument (e.g. marimba). This functions as a metronome and is referred to as “The Pulse”. Steve Reich introduced the idea of a rhythmic pulse to Riley, who accepted it, thus radically altering the original composition by Riley which had no rhythm.[6]” —¬†https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_C

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the red white black & blues

Thursday, January 7th, 2016

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piece of mine from 1997

Thinking of the execution of Tamir Rice, executed by disgraced white cop Tim Loehmann less than 2 seconds after arriving at the playground.

Red White Black & Blues

The shooting cop, white
The black boy, dead
The pooling blood, red

Ain’t no justice blues

– Smith, 1.7.2016

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just call me 2 poet smith

Friday, September 18th, 2015

Got called 9 tonight to read tomorrow at the Tremont Arts & Cultural Festival six blocks down the street. Said I can’t cuz I’m reading tomorrow for BeatStreet Cleveland 2015 at the Barking Spider (ain’t that a cool name for a venue?). He said when? I said 3-ish. He said this is noon and you get $25 for 25 minutes. Said I’d be there.

Never had a two-feature day before poetry-wise.

My laptop with my poetry master files is in the repair shop so have to cut and paste as I read making sure I’m family friendly.

So – noon tomorrow I’ll read 25 minutes (followed by poet/musician Shawn Mishak) outdoors in Lincoln Park in Tremont in Cleveland in Ohio >>> Tremont Arts & Cultural Festival 2015.

and around 3:15 i’ll read 15 minutes at the Barking Spider, followed by 10 rather impressive poets, some of whom go back to the 60’s (as do I) >>> BeatStreet Cleveland 2015.

 

wee Audrey & Aidi and poemz aplenty

Sunday, September 6th, 2015

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We took the first hour of 4 and manned the SPACES Gallery poetry tent across from the West Side Market yesterday. Folk would walk up, we’d ask their name, a few questions, then write a free poem for them. We wrote 18 in an hour, so we each had 7 minutes max to question, write, fotograf, and give. Fascinating process . . . fast, fun, little time for depth, more a process of impressionistic reportage.

It was a blast, especially due to the two children who received poems — our 1st customer was Audrey, 4-yrs old, who also took our spaghetti squash I’d drawn a funny face on.

Our first 4 folk had names starting with A, as did numbers 6, 7, and 12 so the A’s, about 4% of the alphabet, took 39% of our output.

Thanks to SPACES staff Mimi Kato and Marilyn Ladd-Simmons for their prep work, hosting, direction, and encouragement. And thanks to our friend, teacher, ceramicist, and neighbor Angelica Pozo for asking Lady & I to participate in this.

Pedestrian Poetry by the People, Smith shift, 2015

SPACES Gallery hosted a bazaar tent where folk could sit,
tell us their name, a bit about themselves. and we’d write
a quick poem for them. Lady & I had first shift 10-11 in hot
sun under blue sky in open air square across from the West
Side Market. First of 18 seekers was 4 yr old Audrey who
took the free spaghetti squash with a crazed face I had
drawn, then asked me to write “Sally” across the front.

AUDREY

Audrey who loves spaghetti squash
She named her “Sally”
It’s a beautiful blue day
Just as beautiful as Audrey

~

APRIL

Bright as month
of river running
sun shining
birds winging

~

ANN

A beautiful day
Sky-high with potential

Fresh start at the
West Side market

Weekend like going to
a restaurant & sharing
a bunch of appetizers

What more of a great
Start to September
Could one want?

~

AMIE

Because she said
she would
as she walked
in the sun

we did

(she was wearing a t-shirt that said
I Said I Would So I Did)

~

MITZI

Mitzie & Amie on a
hot as balls day

Bright blue sky
without even a trace
of contrail

Hot – like summer
finally purchasing claim
on its season

Today we have not a
care in the world

~

AL

Al & Amie & April
& Mitzi walking park
in sun with poem
people . . . .
may your flux be fine

~

ANGELA

While you’re in Cleveland
Catch the poetic wind by
chance
Like spiders strapping themselves
to a string of web
& leaping – wind carrying
them to a destination
Cool little city on a hot day
Bright blue promising sky
Like a present for everyone
– travel

~

TIPAKORN

Gorgeous name
carries wind of promise
adventure pure
in lands of sun
and shine
and light rain

(he mentioned after his name has to do with the sun)

~

BENJAPORN

It is a day
of special names,
beautiful names,
people flowers flowing
in market square . . .

sun rising

~
LILY

What a treasure to meet
an adventurer – Lily from
Thailand
Sky high in blue clarity
Crepes in hand, sweet-or-savory?
All I can do is draw from
my own memories of travel –
& of living in an unfamiliar
place
And then the pleasure of feeling
it slowly becoming my own

~

BLAKE

Blake from the up-down city of
Detroit – visiting the up=down
city of Cleveland

Both cities laden with urban
decay for urban explorers –
cities of salt, rust, and some
unmown grass

Promises in new construction,
kindled interest – monied interests –
we hold our own pockets open &
hope! For kinds of rain.

~

LYNN

For family & friends
and southeast side
excursion to the Market
and gathering of clan
circling the falling
to catch up with laughter
& learning in sum

~

AIDI

Eating bread from Market
in her stroller fair
blue eyes target
beneath golden hair

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MEGAN

Artistic neighbors meet at
beloved community spot –
Market Square – food,
tents, people with a bit of
spare time

Megan & Aidi – sharing a
memory in the making Aidi
will remember the rest of
her life – these similar
moments – time with
Mom, the community of
female friends

~

STEVE

Steve to Steve
from Tampa to Cleveland
Welcome
may your flux flow
and feel be fine
cuz any friend of Rafeeq
is fine to find

~

JENNIFER

Welcome back, welcome back to
the puppy dog people of Cleveland
salt of the earth, prone to hellos
& self-deprecating answers
How familiarity is like a warm
bath, a kind of indulgence –
& maybe you are thinking, “Oh –
I can come home again – &
this is what it’s like!”
Cleveland-to-Tampa-to-Cleveland
again couple

~

LORETTA

From Toledo to the Market
with marriage down the road

Sun & sisters & folks
& friends
from art to food to friends
Welcome
to Cleveland

~

ELLIOTT

Familiar – from another northern
Ohio city – Toledo! So happy
to meet you, neighbors!

Like sausage gravy & biscuits –
Like where one is comfortable –
Sampling the degree of
separation from here to there –
Thinking – “We should do this
more again!”
Thinking – “So many places in
Ohio”
Taking life like seizing the day

– Smith & Lady, 9.5.2015

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us with Amie & Mitzi – foto by Mimi Kato of SPACES Gallery

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After our shift, Lady asked Mimi Kato to write a haiku in Japanese for Lady’s next online issue of TheCityPoetry.com. We are going to take time to test time to see how we find out what it means down the road.

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Mimi Kato

 

Neon Repoetry by Chiplis, + reading

Friday, May 29th, 2015

Neon Repoetry by Jeffry Chiplis

Here’s some shots of Jeffry Chiplis’ Neon Repoetry art installation at the 2nd annual Slavic Village Rooms to Let Art Installation. Also shots of the poetry reading he asked us to host, plus a fine bunch of other artists’ installations. It’s a fun viewing, both in person and online.

Rooms to Let is when Slavic Village is going to tear down a house and add the land to the land bank, but before they do they let artists come in and do pretty much anything they want. One artist even cut a hole in the roof.

These two houses were at 3810 E. 71 St, Cleveland, Ohio.

If anyone knows who the ?? artists are, let me know and I’ll update the site.

Click here for Chiplis’ Neon Repoetry 2015
and here for 13 more years of Chiplis found neon/argon sculptures.

I have another 12 guest artists on AgentOfChaos.com available for viewing as well, including Mother Dwarf, Daniel Thompson, Lady K, bree, Jim Lang, Terry Provost, Russell Vidrick . . . agentofchaos.com/guestartists.php.


detail of Neon Repoetry by Jeff Chiplis

 

Grace

Sunday, May 17th, 2015

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open poetry reading today Sunday May 17, 2015 at
the Rooms To Let two house art installation 2 pm
3810 E. 71 St., Cleveland, OHIO
hosted by Smith & Lady in the Chiplis Neon Repoetry room
front house, second floor I believe
no sign up, read if and when you feel
courtiuosly leaving room for all
bring you own chair or sit or stand
Nepalese poet Yuyu Sharma will be part of open mic
he’s returning to Nepal after the reading due to the eartrhquakes

Rooms to Let art installation FaceBook page

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Grace

Thanks for this food

thanks for this wife
friend for rest of life

thanks for good times fed
as well as stress and strife

and the wild life led

wimmin, wind and weather
hell bent for pleasure

as through this grass I slither
hither and dither for good.

– Smith, 5.17.2015

 

snake fed baptists

Saturday, May 16th, 2015

There’s an open poetry reading tomorrow Sunday
at
Rooms To Let
art installation
2 pm
3810 E. 71 St., Cleveland, OHIO
hosted by Smith & Lady in the Chiplis Neon Repoetry room
or elsewhere outside, depending on weather and attendance
no sign up, just read if and when you feel
bring you own chair or sit or stand
Nepalese poet Yuyu Sharma will be part of open mic

Rooms to Let art installation FaceBook page

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conversation with wife 13

snake fed baptists only go out with them snake-charmin’ wimmins. they don’t go out with no cathlicks. cathlicks and baptists don’t mix. least not snake fed baptists. they’re stern folk. no music, no books. no learning. jes yearning fer something under wrap. them snake-fed baptists do stuff behind yer back. sometimes dance. sometimes sing. that’s how they get through the night. them snake-fed baptists are also real skinny folk. snake don’t fill you out.
there, i said it.

– Smith & Lady, 5.16.2015

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I get such pleasure from solving the JUMBLE puzzle in the morning paper because it tasks my mind and there’s a thrill when I solve it, and it makes me wonder what satisfaction cheaters like Tom Brady, Lance Armstrong, Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa, Mark McGuire, Jose Canseco, Andy Pettitte, Manny Ramirez, A-Rod, Roger Clemens, Jim Thome, Fox News talking heads, and most every CEO, policeman, and politician there is get from cheating . . . how can one feel accomplishment when one did not accomplish? I know cheating made them rich, but it’s tainted money. How do they sleep at night, how do they look in the mirror each morning, what satisfaction can they derive from folk looking up to their false godness? Especially odd is David Justice’s cheating, considering his last name and all, perhaps we should rename his David Injustice. Seems cheating is a prerequisite skill in sports, politics, policing, religion, and the corporate world.

 

Life Walk Bird Talk

Tuesday, April 14th, 2015

Life Walk Bird Talk

News creeping seeping through my glow
telling me what I don’t want to know
but need to to . . . ?

Ugly stuff in need of antidote.

Which is wife, cat, friends, family, life.

And bird walks along Cleveland’s Erie Canal Towpath Trail.

Saw, heard, or was told
chipping sparrow, red-winged blackbird, cormorant,
mocking bird, robin, song sparrow, wood duck,
towhee, flicker, red-bellied woodpecker,
white-throated sparrow,
morning dove,
tree swallow, house sparrow,
new beaver lodge and dam flooding boardwalk,
mallard, cardinal, cowbird, starling, seven swans flying,
crow, kingfisher, rock pigeon sparrow, chickadee,
blue jay, bullfinch, geese, downy woodpecker,
and a ferret river bank running.

My kinda news.

– Smith, 4.14.2015

 

 
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