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Archive for October, 2007

BEAM US UP

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

Tremont Love Shack, Cleveland (photo by Lady K)

I’m under stress because of the ambiguity of my situation. Extremes of joy and dread. I don’t know exactly where next WHERE is or next WHAT. I would like a vacation away from the planet for a while. I want aliens to abduct us and transport us to a safe place.

I read a Hopi prophesy which comforted me, something about us all being in the river, and it’s a matter of keeping one’s head above water and celebrating with the others we meet on the ride. If I think about the river when I’m stressed I feel some relief.

Calmness is a way of dealing with events. Calm can be a decision rather than a symptom. I am me no matter where I be. Might as well enjoy it.

Here’s the Hopi Prophesy. I found it in the Green Panda Press 2007 Anthology. (Order the anthology here: http://www.myspace.com/verysharp.) The anthology also has some photos by me, and many many very good poems and stories and art. It’s a pleasant way to spend an evening, smoking and reading and thinking.

HOPI INDIAN PROPHESY

“You have been telling the people
that this is the Eleventh Hour.

Now you must go back and tell
the people that this is The Hour.

And there are things to be considered –

Where are you living?

What are you doing?

What are your relationships?

Are you in right relation?

Where is your water?

Know your garden.

It is time to speak your Truth.

Create Your community.

Be good to eachother.

And do not look outside yourself for the leader.

This could be a good time!

There is a river flowing now very fast.

It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.

They will try to hold on to the shore.

They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.

Know the river has its destination.

The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water.

See who is in there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.

Least of all ourselves.

For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over.

Gather yourselves!

Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.

All that we must do now must be in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”

– The Elders

 

mass ass attack

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

foto by smith
foto by smith

good news for those with no retirement accounts, no future plans – the future ain’t what it used to be. it’s much smaller, for a many myriad multitude of reasons.

Carbon dioxide is rising at a much faster rate than before in spite of efforts to reverse global warming.

In the 1990s, co2 emissions increased 1.3% per year. Since 2000, the growth rate has been 3.3% per year.

scientists are using the 1.3% rise to predict temperature increases.

so as bad as they say it is, it is minimum 3 times worse. looks to me like the mayans’ prediction of the end of times arriving december 21, 2012 is right on.

we’ve already passed the global warming disaster tipping point where all these symptoms combine to make it speed up due to interactive feedback. the ice sheets in iceland are moving in 90 minutes the distance the scientists said would take 10 years.

the oceans we count on absorbing all this co2 are super-saturated with it already and every month absorb less and less so things get worse even if we don’t make it worse.

and if the ocean’s temperatures rise much more, the massive amount of methane frozen on the ocean bottoms will melt, releasing it all back into our air. if that happens, we’re talking months, not decades before the end of days.

the sky is falling, the sky is falling.

best do what you’ve always wanted to do now, say goodbye to the rest, bend over, spread your cheeks, and await the next “nothing’s wrong everything’s hunky dory message” from your friendly politician or ceo.

and global warming is not our only worry.

scientists are talking of drastically geo-engineering the earth to halt global warming – their schemes include dumping massive amounts of iron into the oceans to promote abnormal plankton growth to suck up the co2… dumping massive amounts of sulfur into our upper atmosphere to bounce heat away from the earth… to put 37,000 small mirrors in orbit around the earth to reflect sunlight away.

best kiss your ass goodbye right now – cuz these are the same folk who brought you bhopal india, chernobyl russia, three mile island america, hiroshima japan, and ronald raygun’s star wars system that still doesn’t work.

it gets worse.

the synthetic biofuels folk are thinking of creating new matter from dna building blocks – and then releasing these untested newnesses into the world to interact with real matter.

then there’s the threat of actual atomic war from the madmen who kidnapped the white house, the threat of dirty atomic bomb suitcases exploded in american cities by the mad men fighting the madmen in the white house, the threat of genetically modified franken foods wiping out the real edible foods, the threat of all the diseases and viruses our government’s experimenting with escaping into the world and creating stephen king land.

we’ve dumped so many antibiotics into our water tables that old fashioned defeated diseases are coming back as superbugs capable of wiping out continents. not to mention the new flesh eating viruses they’ve found, and the bird flu swine flu frog flu blues.

there’s the threat from the huge ever increasing pile of trash toxins we’re dumping into our oceans which combine with the raising sea temperatures to kill our coral, shut down our main ocean currents, alter the acidity of the seas, murder our food fish.

there’s drought, rising sea levels, pollutants causing fewer males to be born (probably a good thing), the increase of serial killers and politicians.

there’s the ever increasing inequity between the rich and the poor which will lead to class war (i hope).

there’s the mysteriously dying disappearing bee population due to cell fones and frankenfoods, so soon there’ll be no food blooming any more, which at least will solve our problem of too many fat americans.

and it’s not just mankind fouling our own nest – we’re hundreds of thousands of years overdue for earth’s cyclic fadeout and realignment of the magnetic field, which tends to wipe out massive amounts of life. we’re hundreds of thousands of years overdue for an asteroid to hit earth and wipe out massive amounts of life.

and all this is just the tip of the rapidly melting iceberg. there’s more more more i’ve not touched on.

who knows, maybe earth’s library card is way overdue and we’re being recalled to the rack.

whatever, we’re fucked. so the now of your life and the no of your future is reduced to how you’re going to spend your remaining time.

me, i’m spending it with my lady love in strange lands not named the undeniable mistakes of amerika.

may you live in interesting times.

foto by smith
foto by smith

 

WHAT IT IS

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

At Beachland Ballroom, Collinwood, Cleveland, Photo by Lady K

WHAT IT IS

Sometimes my container gets worried
and I have to remind it, it’s just a
container.

Hey, what would news look like
if it was news?

I get these clarities
and then I realize
they’re mirages.

Lady K

At W. 25th Street Bookstore, Ohio City, Cleveland, photo by Lady K

 

mirror / mask

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

foto by smith
foto by smith

mirror or mask? shakespeare says be careful what mask you choose to wear, because your disguise is the real you.

watching neil gaiman’s movie “mirrormask” just now made me think of that. i read gaiman’s novel “american gods” and thought it good. read “stardust” and found it competent. didn’t finish “anansi boys” (the sequel to “american gods”). the mirrormask movie is a gentle piece of fairy tale that’s fun but fluff.

what is america’s mask?

in america, in 21 years, from 1983 to 2004,
average wealth of the top 1% of households grew by 78%
while the bottom 40% lost 59 %.

1982, the Forbes list of the 400 richest had 13 billionaires,
2006 has 482 billionaires vying for those 400 slots.

1982, highest paid ceo made $108 million, average full-time worker $34,199
2006, highest paid hedge fund manager made $1.7 billion, highest paid ceo made $647 million, and the average worker made $34,861

1982, the 400 richest americans had wealth equal to less than 3% of the Gross Domestic Product.
2006, these 400 have more than 11% of the U.S. GDP

i say we eat the rich, use their bones for dung scrapers.

foto by smith
foto by smith

 

ONE BIG PRE-PUDDLE

Monday, October 22nd, 2007

Double cross:

“Why did the chicken cross the road?”

To get revenge for the road crossing him.

West Side Market, Cleveland (photo by Lady K)

So, we going to Mexico, or Guatemala?

“Who knows? It’d be nice to see Guatemala after Mexico.”

We’re going to Guatemala, have some guacamole. Guatemalan guacamole.

I used to have a radio show at the institution, and between visits with the psychiatrists, they’d get me a microphone, and I got to be everybody.

“You never told me about the institution.”

I’m telling you now. You know why Freud said there’re no jokes?

“No, why?”

Because he was the joke.

“That’s a good reduction.”

Yes, ma’am.

“But you’ve never been in an institution. You’re lying.”

I have been in an institution.

“Yeah, penal.”

Yeah, also in the cubicle farm institution with the suits.

“Are the suits like straight jackets?”

Oh yes. So’s the desk, the briefcase, sniffing the boss’s ass. Good beta behavior to the alpha dog. Sniff sniff.

“How do you get out of the institution?”

With a passkey. Yes, I knew how to pass as sane. I walked out the door. They weren’t even sure I was there. Maybe I’m not… completely. You can just call me Some of Smith.

“You think you’re incomplete?”

Oh yes. We’re all incomplete since the Big Bang blew us apart. It was all Oneness and hunki-dory-ness before. Until the Big Bang blew us into life units. I’ve been trying to reunite with the Universe ever since. And we can’t until sub system collapse at the End, when the Universe sucks itself back Up, into One Big Pre-Puddle.

“How do you know you’re incomplete?”

I have this aching inside, this not-rightness, this lack of inner peace and satisfaction.

“I think it’s The Planetary Scream.”

That could well be. We’ve all been painted by Edvard Munch.


Essaouira, Morocco

Why did the chicken cross the road?

“To make chicken pot hole pie.”

 

ding hai

Monday, October 22nd, 2007

foto by smith
foto by smith

lady’s set-up and hosted City Poetry readings in two cities now – london and cleveland. both magic. both well attended.

car-less, we left for the 3 p.m. reading at 12:30, took 2 buses and 1 rapid train, and still ended up walking last 30 minutes up a hill. cleveland is not a good city for sunday public transportation if you have to transfer uptown.

once there, we sat in a slowly evolving 30-40 person circle in the basement of the oldest used book store in town, and whoever felt most like reading at any specific moment, read a poem – no order, no sign-up. more call and response.

we got back 8 hours after we’d left for the 3 hour reading. once back home, lady said here, lie on me.

i can’t. i hurt too much, too creaky. pretty soon you’ll have to take me out back and shoot me.

i don’t want to do that.

well, you could just stab me a couple times, but shooting’d be quicker. boy you’re cute. big eyes that sparkle with trust and hope and innocence, pixie hair, pretty face. you’d make a perfect contract killer.

why?

no one would suspect you, they’d say “why look at that pretty little thing that – gasp – just stabbed me.”

i lie on her, say we have to get some money so we can get ourselves fixed while fixing skills and electricity still exist. i need teeth in my head, eyes in my eyeballs, a compass in my foreskin.

why a compass?

to know what direction i’m pissing, so we always know where we are.

how would that help?

whenever we’re confused, i’ll take a piss, and my foreskin will show natural north.

~ ~ ~

hidden signets of sin
we’re writing checks on tomorrow’s children
safe harbor criminals within

:sent that response to mad poet friend KE who sent me this poem:

DING HAI

Harboring criminals on
Faceless bits of paper

Confusing the deeds of
Saints with sins of the

Father / holding liable
The ambiance of youth

When the in-between
Years reek of cause

With little affect / the
Future’s left holding

The bag / doing time
In the Year of the Pig

KE

foto by smith
foto by smith

 

piss purple prose

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

foto by smith
foto by smith

dropped my pocket poetry notebook into the toilet. reached down into my urine water and plucked it back out. all my words ran purple. so now i’ve finally reached the plateau of purple prose. seems to be metaphoric – folk always tell me my words are full of piss and vinegar anyway. now i’m truth in advertising.

gorgeous sun crisp autumn afternoon blue sky white cloud fluff leaves green and yellow and red falling to ground to crunch underfoot. i don’t fit here, but it is nice to be back. where else but among friends can one have such a perfect opening as lady’s last night. lady has a poem about how friends always see you with old pre-programmed eyes, whereas new people let you be new yous:

“You All have the record of what / I’ve done against which I am compared. But a / new Person is Free to affect speech and ideas. / We expect something New but we have to come back / to the Same Room.”

well, we’re leaving this same room, gonna go find new rooms, new light, new adventures, new faces, new thoughts, same love. we’ve 40 days and nights left here before heading south of the border down mexico way.

we read from our blogs last night at jeff chiplis’s art closing. 40 minutes worth. went very well. good audience. first time we’ve dipped into the blogs. folk seemed to especially enjoy when lady blogs our conversations, which we read back and forth just like we first said them. a lot of good words flowed our way, and after we went to a party where some people knew me in the old days’ daze – one guy said i was their idol back then, that everyone tried to get as high as i, said i was famous. how come i didn’t know?

the neon fotos are from chiplis’s art closing – he finds old neon signs, takes them apart, and reconstructs them into art works. a chiplis show is a pleasure to see, a joyous explosion of shapes and colors buzzing happily at you.

foto by smith
foto by smith

 

CHING

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

reflection of Jeff Chiplis’s neon art
photos by Lady K

CHING

weird to be here,
perhaps I oversteer…

after all, I’m not indispensible
whatever the majority decides
it’s all up to you
nothing is set in stone
let me know if it’s
ok or not

keep your computer safe
you must be logged in to do that
don’t mind our police

lady k

more Chiplis art

reflections of Chiplis art

astro man at my art opening (friday)

Smith reading from On The Road at the
Bookstore on W. 25th

 

CLOSING READING (today) and city poetry MODERN BOHEMIANS reading (tomorrow)

Saturday, October 20th, 2007

Busy weekend!

Oct 20 – 6 – 9 p.m. Art show closing reading at Collinwood Arts Center. Featuring the art of Jeff Chiplis and Jacob Lang – Closing blog reading by the Smiths – 15605 Waterloo Rd Cleveland, OH Collinwood Arts Center.

Oct 21 – 3 p.m. – Cleveland – Modern Bohemians: City Poetry Contributors Reading hosted by Lady – Mac’s Backs Bookstore. This is part of the weekend festival celebrating Jack Kerouac. Organized by Mac’s Backs. ALL CITY POETRY CONTRIBUTORS ARE INVITED TO READ OR PRESENT!

Here’s more information about the Jack Kerouac Festival – there are events all weekend!

October in the Railroad Earth: Celebrating 50 Years of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road

www.macsbacks.com

Several Cleveland bookstores are collaborating to celebrate the 50th Anniversary of the publication On The Road by Jack Kerouac.

October in the Railroad Earth: Celebrating 50 Years of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road will take place from Friday, October 19th to Sunday October 21st and will feature readings, multimedia presentations, music and a marathon reading of the novel throughout the weekend.

The events kicks off with an opening reception at Visible Voice Books (1023 Kenilworth) in Tremont on Friday, October 19th at 7:30 p.m. The evening will feature video clips of Jack Kerouac and a chapter by chapter reading of the first half of On the Road. A 1947 Cadillac will be parked out front and will travel to different locations all weekend. Food and beverages will be available. The Bookstore on W. 25th Street (1921 W. 25th St.) in Ohio City will feature readings with music and audio clips from Kerouac reading on Saturday, October 20th from noon-4 p.m and the reading of On the Road will continue.

The Barking Spider Tavern (11310 Juniper Rd.) on the CWRU campus will host a poetry and jazz collaboration on Saturday October 20th from 5-8 p.m. Participants will read from a variety of Kerouac’s works accompanied by jazz musicians. Several audio clips from The Jack Kerouac Collection will be played, including Kerouac reading October in the Railroad Earth. Food and beverages will be available.

On Sunday, October 21st, Mac’s Backs-Books on Coventry (1820 Coventry Rd.) in Cleveland Heights will sponsor the reading of the last part of On the Road on Sunday, October 21st from 10-2 p.m. at the sitting stones on the towpath trail of the Ohio & Erie Canal, part of the Cleveland Metroparks on 49th St. between Canal and Grant.

The location is just below the gigantic railroad trestle spanning the Cuyahoga valley—–just a walk down the slope from the Canalways Visitor Center.

The weekend finale will be at Mac’s from 3-6 p.m. on Sunday Modern Bohemians: City Poetry Zine Reading will feature contributors to the City online art & poetry magazine edited by Lady.

On the Road was published by Viking Press in 1957 and the title still sells 100,000 copies a year. The book was written by Kerouac in three weeks on a typed, single space scroll. Jack Kerouac died on October 21st, 1969.

 

off world

Saturday, October 20th, 2007

foto by smith
foto by smith

lady k had her 1st one-woman art show last night – titled offworld. a lot of people showed up, she sold 6 pieces (of 23), and a splendid time was had by all. magic night, magic people, magic art, magic lady.

foto by smith
foto by smith

now we have to stop by and read some at a friend’s monthly poetry reading this afternoon, prepare for our reading from our blogs tonight at chiplis’ art show closing, and lady’s hosting of her City Poetry reading tomorrow.

we’ve learned that 4 or more events in one weekend is excessive – 6 in 2 weeks a lot. especially when you toss in daily socializing with a slew of folk.

but then, that’s better than no engagements at all. better to be well liked than ignored.

foto by smith
foto by smith

 

 
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