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Archive for the ‘Photography’ Category
Thursday, February 2nd, 2012
Big stuff for Chiplis to move – foto Smith
Took one hundred eleven pieces of art by Mother Dwarf, Cat, Lady K and myself down to Mastroianni Gallery this morning . . . Chiplis took two loads of large stuff which no way would have fit in the car unless I held it on the roof with one hand while shifting gear with the other steering in-between with my knee hoping I didn’t get caught or art broke (which I have done more than once in my younger youth). Thank you sire.
Chiplis with pickup – foto Smith
Started hanging maybe 11, put up sixty-four pieces over seven wall segments, repacked 2pm, brought back forty-seven due to lack of space.
That my friends is one fast hanging. There were three of us and I discovered gallery owner Steve Mastroianni is one of the fastest hangers I’ve seen.
It was fun watching him hang because he has no emotional baggage with the pieces, simply saw esthetics, need, form, color, size, function. Makes a more interesting show with three making decisions.
Steve Mastroianni & Lady K – foto Smith
I’d say what’s hanging is 10% Cat, 15% Mother Dwarf, 25% Lady K, and 50% me. Which is sort of fair because I’ve been doing it the longest and Cat the shortest, and I did teach all three and have the most product by far.
Oldest piece 1969, newest 2011 . . . the 44 year 4 Smith 4th dimensional family art show, the only one around.
Our place looks bigger because the art’s gone, so I hung what we brought back plus a few more on the empty nails. Art R Us.
Opening’s a week from tomorrow and runs seven weeks through March 31, with two Friday Art Walk openings (Feb 10, March 9) and a 4-feature poetry reading with open mic Saturday March 3.
Here’s a quick snap of show . . . I’ll shoot better tomorrow when I return to repair moving nicks and make label list . . . maybe do a quick video and post it.
(Most folk don;t realize that without counting the actual making of the art, art shows require choosing, repairing, packing, moving, unpacking, hanging, repacking leftovers, repairing again, and then bass ackwards it all when it’s over.)
Much more but here’s a taste – fotos Smith
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Wednesday, February 1st, 2012
A ding in the dang – foto Smith
So Ain’t Necessary So
Slowly the talk changes
as we realize
the way we live
will be the death of us all.
Artists poets writers
need hurry this conversation
and coming conversion along,
hopefully before it’s too late.
If it ain’t already so.
You must sew what you rip.
Since you reap what you sow.
— Smith, 2.1.2012
So sayeth logic – foto Smith
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Tuesday, January 31st, 2012
Yes we – foto of Smith’s t-shirt
“Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.” – Groucho Marx
Waiting in line at the bank, Lady and I started singing Yes We Have No Bananas. The chorus is silly, absurd, slightly surreal, seriously shallow and mostly negative yet is sung with the brightest poppiest sense of absolutely positive upbeat joy:
(chorus)
YES! We have no bananas,
We have no bananas today.
We’ve string beans and HON-ions,
Cab-BAH-ges and scallions
And all kinds of fruit, and say
We have an old fashioned to-MAH-to,
Long Island po-TAH-to,
But YES! We have no bananas.
We have no bananas today.
“Yes! We Have No Bananas” was written by Frank Silver and Irving Cohn for the 1922 Broadway revue Make It Snappy. It was sung by Eddie Cantor in the revue, and the song became a major hit in 1923.
I love silly songs, like Surfin’ Bird by The Trashmen from 1963:
“A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word / A-well-a, bird / Surfin’ bird / Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb, aaah / Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa / Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow / Papa-ooma-mow-mow”
or Mairzy Doats, composed in 1943 by Milton Drake:
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey,
Sing “Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.”
have no – foto of Smith’s t-shirt
I looked thru my 49 years of poems and found three bananas fragments.
~ ~ ~
Poke banana tree
with sharp stick until it bows.
Harvest the bounty.
~ ~ ~
Be one
Be nothing
Bananas brown Asian to African
Albinos weep white
dark, as Africa used to be
~ ~ ~
Coffee in morning
Hot lentil curry for lunch
Dinner banana
(stanzas from Cutting Coffee, 2008 – Lots Overlapping, 1995 – Mundania, 2010)
I also did a riff on Surfin’ Bird:
Chorus Line
Oopa wapa papa
Mau wow wow
Ohpa papa wapa
Wow mau mau
Oopa papa
Oopa mama
Oopa baby
Oops
— Smith, 2005
bananas – foto of Smith’s t-shirt
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Monday, January 30th, 2012
Yellow red 1 – foto Smith
T.V.O.D.
The forgotten blindfold
Acts on obsession
Rides crooked trail
Sweet smells success
Hides blood money
Warriors pit
Lies’ true speed colors night
Graphics violence
— Smith, 2004
Yellow red 2 – foto Smith
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Sunday, January 29th, 2012
Freudian Slip – foto Smith
Foreplay
Freud comes tonight
to mock our mere
reflected lives
refracted fear,
shelf dependents
miming mirror
of every man and action.
In abstinence
such sibilance
through undue trade
and undulance
calls forth
in outlawed ambulance
emotional transaction.
These scars we horde
until they’re heard
to bargain bare
a binding word,
the players paid
and pompous lured
to daily dead transgression.
Nipples rise
through lemon dust
raw, red
and real in sapient lust,
emasculate tongues
court and musk
mother’s moist application.
— Smith, 1987
Moist application – foto Smith
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Saturday, January 28th, 2012
Stress – foto Smith
Do Be Done
I know your scent
O yellow phantom
O red shell
O stolen flag becoming Buddha
O transvestite Greek girl in YMCA tears
Oops
Deep Freud
Cut and dried driving time
The V-ness controls the penis
Womb server
Wee Willie wiser
In new morning
Both the doing
And the doing done
Humid being
Wet with symbol solution
Peel feel from ground
Walk wailing evening
Commotion strange
Cleft of ages
Tally whore in freak amore
I name your secret sin
— Smith, 2005
Wet light – foto Smith
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Friday, January 27th, 2012
The Watcher – foto Smith
Blood Diamond Sutra
While time dries the blood of history
dead men’s fingers drive the train.
We tunnel down to basic mystery
then execute, and wait for pain.
Why walk this world full of misery
search and seek for better gain.
Just try to live outside of usury
try to follow righteous reign.
With gold above, below’s all blistery
Hell and Heaven both the same.
A game they play to say “This is me”
pre-planned to place the proper blame.
So in this unclean sticky pissery
to stop the smell please try to aim.
— Smith, 2009
Complicated swirl – foto Smith
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Wednesday, January 25th, 2012
Quantum Lady – foto Smith
My first poem to Lady came because I kept trying to tell her we couldn’t have a relationship because of our 27 year age difference, so she should go away. When she wouldn’t, I said in exasperation, “What am I going to do with you?” and she sweetly replied, “You do with me as you want.” So eight days into our relationship I wrote
Pulp Lust
Your “you do with me as you want”
Popped plans of white slave trades
And long slow humid caravans
On large lumbering cockroaches
Thru jungle green into my brain.
Perhaps not the most romantic poem, but definitely Romantic in a Hollywood adventure turgid B-movie kind of way.
Then I whispered her these sweet nothings . . .
~ ~ ~
Down To Animal Bone
Me big
Me want
Me take
Me smart too
Probably get away with it
~ ~ ~
Electric Lady
I got me a live one.
And you know what?
After a live one,
The dead just don’t do.
~ ~ ~
Lineman
Hey baby, what’s your sign?
Cum here often?
Wanna see my coloring book?
I got a big red crayon
Fit right between your lines
~ ~ ~
Fine Fine Feline
Her tiger’s tail keeps twitching
Her pussy a little purr machine
Melted in my lap
~ ~ ~
My Scarless Lady
My woman has been with many men
Before coming with me
Her her makes her she
Her she wishes me
Our now exoskeleton her then
~ ~ ~
Match
Mingus our magic
We mingle our meld both mode
And modality
~ ~ ~
poems 9-11 2005
Probability Wave Lady – foto Smith
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Tuesday, January 24th, 2012
Derivatives – foto Smith
Which of our last five Presidents increased the U.S. debt the most?
Ronald Reagan – 189% U.S. debt increase from Jan 1981 – Jan 1989
George H. W. Bush – 55% from Jan 1989 – Jan 1993
Bill Clinton – 37% Jan 1993 – Jan 2001
George W. Bush – 115% from Jan 2001 – Jan 2009
Barak Obama – 16% from Jan 2009 – May 2011
Three Republicans increased the debt 359% in 20 years while two Democrats increased it 53% in 11 years.
Republicans increased the debt 696% faster than the Democrats.
Or on a yearly basis, Republicans screwed us with a 18.5% yearly increase while the Democrats overspent 4.8% per year.
The Republicans are hypocrites who run for office promising less government and a balanced budget, yet every time they get in they run up the debt and increase government.
Plus every time they get power they use it to attack women’s rights, non-whites, and any oil producing country.
Republicans also murder a LOT more brown-skinned people worldwide than do their Democratic brethren.
I find the Democrats to be criminal, cowardly, and crooked . . . but the Republican politicians and pundits and preachers make them look positively angelic.
Why is anyone even listening to these liars anymore? Republicans belong in jail, not government.
Newt Gingrich, Mitt Romney, Simple-minded Santorum and Ron Paul should be applying for Clown School, not the Presidency of the U.S.
Indict a Republican for Christ.
National Debt
Huddled beneath behind
Green metal stalls
The tile encrusted
Yellow, he sews an
Empty money bag
To his crotch, watches
His reflection mirrored
In regimented urinals
five six seven
Decaying down the wall
Cradling his existence
Fraying five to seven
In staid erotic fear
Small spider woven
Through uninforming ears
Tired of heaven he sews
His money to his crotch
He huddles
— Smith, 1971
Best protect where your ass sets – foto Smith
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Monday, January 23rd, 2012
Subconscious – foto Smith
One Hand Clasping
There’s less to say
these winter dark days
as thoughts grim dim
rise from ache to mind
mime unfair despair
cuz sun don’t shine
and mortality’s not only there
but DANGER BEWARE
signs on reality everywhere
road slip ice askew
nasty nip of below zero blues
sez way past time
to improve my process
purify proceeding
cuz everything you do
preludes to something
everything you do
leads to something else
time to change the same game
beneath this old placenta moon
this already was
of wasn’t
— Smith, 1.23.2012
Winter white – foto Smith
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