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...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 )
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Archive for the ‘smith & Lady’ Category
Wednesday, May 16th, 2012
Dharma run May 16, 2012. 3+ miles & a stop to water the peas. ~ Lady
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Friday, April 6th, 2012
Happy bornday card by Lady K – foto Smith
Baked Apple Cream Kisses
Baked apple cream kisses for you my love
For your giggly wiggly wondrous why
Creamed apple baked kisses to you my dove
From your hair below to those above
Baked kissed creamed apple I’ll then apply
To your skin within, without, and try
French kissing your wiggle giggle for I’ve
Baked cream kiss apple in you my love
Head to toe side to side all the in between
Baked apple kiss creams in you my Queen
— Smith, 2005 (written for Lady K two months after we took up)
The Smiths: Mr & Mrs – foto Smith
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Wednesday, December 14th, 2011
smith relaying his dream to Lady this morning:
it was a big old house, many many floors. all the people had been turned against each other, so they were misusing each other, abusing each other. and we convinced them to work together.
one bad guy even apologized to the rest of us for bullying. then the people who had turned everybody against each other–the controllers–came, and we pretended that it was discordant like before, and we fooled them.
but somebody had left a note on the banister on one of the stairwells that would have given us away. the bad people stopped by and were checking us out. we fooled them; they thought everything was normal.
but they were walking up the stairs and we were afraid they were going to see the note and find out, and that’s when I woke up. it’s the wake up dreams you remember the easiest.
- smith & Lady
Personal disclaimer by Lady: I do not believe that bad people exist. I believe that the situations have sometimes been such that we sometimes have perceived some people as bad.
Tags: awakenings, complexity, coordination, dreams, teamwork
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Wednesday, October 12th, 2011
Photo: Detail from “Black Leather Jacket”
“Razors of the Lost Arch”
Opening Reception October 14, 6-10 p.m.
Enjoy assemblage art by Smith & Lady, eat stuff and bring poetry to read! Poetry starts at 7 p.m. with a “chime in” open mic format. Mystical, environmental and visionary poetry a plus to honor the salon, the spirit of the movies and the book, “Razor’s Edge” by Somerset Maugham.
Razor’s Edge Salon & Spa
2673 West 14th Street
Cleveland, OH 44113
(216) 615-7074
It may be that if I lead the life I’ve planned for myself it may affect others; the effect may be no greater than the ripple caused by a stone thrown in a pond, but one ripple causes another. –Razor’s Edge
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Tags: assemblage art, environmental poetry, mystical poetry, razor's edge, razor's edge salon and spa
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Monday, August 1st, 2011
TENDERFOOTED AND CASUAL
If I run, if I listen, if I sit, if I walk, if I drive
If I am quiet inside for a while
Let still the hard banter
Let still the goals
Let still the grip
Let soft the grip
Let slide
Let deep inside
Listen…
The winds kindle the stillness slightly
The winds kindle the water in the well
The winds touch
The winds coach
Close my eyes and look
The words are behind my eyelids
The words are glowing
Sometimes the words look like eyes
Eyes looking at me out of the firecracker mandalas
Eyes blinking at me from the screen of my closed eyelids
So there are the winds,
the words,
the firecracker mandalas,
the eyelids
And they come from the deep
and still and
silent
places
They catch me in soft winds
They catch me in their net of permeation
They catch me
when I let go of the video camera
of the goal
of my quotidian ambition
Or sometimes
they catch themselves
to my video camera
if my video camera looks like
a fun ride
Yes, sometimes the winds
and the words decide
the video camera is a fun ride
and they run with it and
Sometimes the video camera
is a caliper with sails and
sometimes the caliper with sails
is a church with an antenna and
sometimes the antenna has legs
into the ground of being and
sometimes the ground of being
sprouts two lovers husband and wife,
groom and bride
The lovers are part
of the sticky ground of being
they stick by means of gravity
for gravity moves Two
back to One again
Gravity through the Mother Earth
permeates the forms
The forms which are of mud and blood throb
Gravity is love
and it permeates the soles
and the wind of the sun
sets the forms on course,
slogging through it,
slogging through themselves,
the form slogging through itself,
the warm form embracing itself,
the warm form when I wrap my arms into You,
the warm form which seems temporary
but is a clumping together of
strands of One clasping itself
when we clasps embrace
The cosmic transcendence behind the lids
listening to the thrub of your chest
I see the firecracker stars
The eyelid of your chest
the eyelids of our Eye
Lady
Tags: Being, eyes, ground of being, sails, transcendence, winds, words
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