...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 ‘Tremont’ Category
Tuesday, March 31st, 2015
Away from the melee, away
from the undertow of the appalling,
the maelstrom of the loathsome,
surf the cosmic way rather
Take the bank of your life to
the here now of corporeality, an odyssey
with you and me, the hero’s journey of art,
cameras in our hands, beginners’ eyes
delighting in novelty, so many maiden voyages,
riddles like rooms of zoomorphic fish canoes
oared by crews from shadowy odeums,
neighbors and friends
The fish is not your mother
but embrace the story – maybe she is
your mother, echoes of time, tide lapping us,
sated travelers startling awake like from
the twirling skirt of our lake’s wet tongue
Saturday, March 14th, 2015
We wring hands begging spring and finally, winter’s
leaving Cleveland, a seasonal glacier carving the roads,
embellishing them with the grit of our driving in the
relinquished like hackies in taxies waltzing round potholes
as prevalent as scaled craters on the moon, o battered
road of rugged emotions–the consolation prize jobs for
people to spackle and pave, gigantic rags of the city
repairing its crust
Soon land’s raw thaw will be absorbed into spring’s
forgiving pillow powering fresh green leaf, flowering
chrysalis seed, budding trees for bees, sprinkling petals
into regal paths for cheerful hops of curious sparrows,
fresh air like ribbons of light, byzantine rites of stain
glass windows, spiral candy dance for everyone from
lusty flushed youth to clean peace aged
Thursday, March 12th, 2015
Where did we come from? The page’s gutter
for an aesthetic, faille’s golden joinery,
moulden moiré, a book opening softly with
beginner’s mind ribbing interior corduroy,
congruous fingerprints, event set atop
event in wefts of text, vibrating atoms,
topographical map swimmingly coupled
and walking from the dividend,
this singing bowl
Monday, March 2nd, 2015
Give us this day our comfortable grooves
the daily bread of paddings if packaged like
patting Eau de your smoke, my iron, our scent
in the nest, a valorization of fairy dust from
Let’s make a gingham picnic by moonlight
in Lincoln Park, the packing of a basket, the cologne
of our legs made musky with bike, unfolding berries,
Indian dal, cheese and bread on the cool metal
of a public bench on a warm summer night –
may we, mais oui
Saturday, August 17th, 2013
Our corner now, and as Lady envisions it a decade from now:
Monday, November 26th, 2012
Smith, me and Mandycat are on a spaceship. Sometimes it’s just me, actually. But most of the time it’s the three of us. It’s our apartment. Our apartment is the spaceship cabin. And we are the passengers of the events that we read about. And sometimes we are the captains. We can always take the helm of the spaceship and help the events around us, too.
The other day I was cutting out our new insurance ID cards from Progressive and at the same time I decided to put together the spaceship model, OUR SPACESHIP EARTH. It struck me that we are going to be driving backed up by Progressive now in our big wide spaceship earth. And I also found a bunch of four leaf clovers that day. Very auspicious.
We have platinum membership on OUR SPACESHIP EARTH so I wonder what that means. Does that mean that we are VIPs? I think we are VIPs if we remember that other people are VIPs, too. But back in the apartment helm, we are definitely captains of this realm. And sometimes outside the realm, too, when we settle in and gel into the moment, listen to its sounds and understand what is going on with the flow.
Several years ago I asked the aliens to beam us aboard. I think they are telling me that we are already on-board.
The meaning of OUR SPACESHIP EARTH is to realize that although Earth is a big wonderful place, it seems to be finite at least in the everyday grasping of it and understanding how to utilize it properly, and that this spaceship is to be respected and maintained, especially the garden part of it. We are still in Eden; we were never expelled.
I do not think we will need to use our ID cards other than to have good assurance that we are covered, the Precautionary Principle. And I like the idea of it being with Progressive. Does that mean that we’re driving our spaceship in a progressive direction now? I like to think so. Progressive with all the good connotations.
Sunday, October 21st, 2012
Took Lance around to shoot some photos yesterday! We went to one of my favorite places to saturate my eyes, Train Avenue.
Don’t let the floppy appearance of this rooster be of concern! Maurice (or “Stu,” as he is also called) is quite healthy and happy. He was just kind of taking advantage of the warmth of the furnace!
Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012
Firecracker stars bursting outside our kitchen at midnight led us both to stumble out of bed, wondering if our toaster was exploding. Smith made some noise like he understood the reason in half dream state and I understood what he meant in half dream state but then we reviewed this when we went to bed and the reason was just firecrackers and young people, at least on the surface.
An hour of tossing and turning further led me to the couch, then woke up 15 minutes later than normal after a dream where my phone was broken. I think it has something to do with paying proper respect to some conventions.
So I rose quickly like the monks say to wake up, like throwing off your shoes. Like throwing off your shoes is easy, yes? Well, tumbling upwards out of bed can be like the same kind of thing with the right mindfulness or mindlessness.
So I rose quickly and saw more firecrackers in my head, a big purple anemone with streamers and sparklers and thought, wow, my yoga session was ready for me.
After yoga, my morning letter to the Universe, interrupted by the loudest early bird squawking I’ve ever heard. It was like a baby bird didn’t realize it’s not supposed to squawk in the dark so loud. I went to the kitchen to suss the reason. Looked down in our driveway, saw another investigator with a flashlight looking at the cars in our driveway. It didn’t make sense. The bird had only squawked a minute. So the investigator had to be out there for a different reason. I thought, well, is it someone from the apartments in our landlord’s two houses, or someone looking to cause trouble? So I watched with the intent of raising the landlord if anything ill seemed to happen. But the person decided all was OK and turned around and left.
I left to run early this morning and it was so nice. Way before sunrise, and the stars were out, and the dew was on the grass, and the traffic was calm. The stars were out, the stars were out.
Stars, firecrackers, bird. What does it all mean? It’s like Reality is excited. I think it is excited.
Thursday, June 7th, 2012
Walking on Thin Ice is not about the world losing polar ice caps. We’re going to stop that. We’re going to thicken those ice caps right back up. We’re going to populate the glaciers again. We’re going to make sure there’s an adequate head of snow on the Himalayas and everywhere else that its needed. Cool breezes bleeded.
This blog is named after the Yoko Ono and John Lennon song. It’s the first song by Yoko Ono I ever heard, and smith introduced me to it. In my opinion, it is one of the most far out yearning and tragic songs ever made. They were finishing up the song the day Lennon died. I only learned a long time after naming the blog that such sadness had happened around the generation of the song.
When I listen to it, it brings back the giddy creativity, the yearning sated, the ecstatic discovery I experienced when I hooked up with smith. I listened to it on “The Best of Yoko Ono” album over and over, spooling my Miata around, lost and found. It was novel, yet old. Like smith.
In the months after we hooked up, I’d collapse on his rocking chair sofa and poof into smoke. He told me the rest of his stories for his memoir. I tore down his cancer. I spackled the walls. I barfed as he was irradiated. We made art. Night time was Ono and Meat Beat Manifesto. Morning was Mingus, breakfast and golden sun.
Walking on Thin Ice, in the song, is about daring do on the edge.
Walking on Thin Ice is about adventure.
Walking on Thin Ice, in smith & lady’s lives, is about walking on water.
Wednesday, May 16th, 2012
Dharma run May 16, 2012. 3+ miles & a stop to water the peas. ~ Lady