flowering tree down by coffee trees, Tanetze, Oaxaca – foto by smith
don’t know why, but my slut count is way down. used to get 5-6 myspace slut friend requests a day – frequently from gals with different names who all had the same face. it’s been days since i’ve been propositioned. maybe they found out how small my penis is from all those enlargement ads i’ve been getting.
more good news – a book is coming out exploring the cleveland (ohio) poetry scene from the 1920s through the present. i’m mentioned two or three times, both as a poet and publisher of 20 years of ArtCrimes (and maybe AgentOfChaos.com). i’m one of 9 poets born in the 1940s they included. they’re using 3 of my better poems. not bad.
contents – page 229: Steven B. Smith – Alone This Train, Dear Occupants, Accidents & Occidentals, White Boy Blues.
book includes Hart Crane, Langston Hughes, Russell Atkins, d.a.levy, Daniel Thompson. not bad company for this poor boy from the pacific northwest.
it’s titled Cleveland Poetry Scenes – A Panorama and Anthology. Edited by Nina Freedlander Gibans, Mary E. Weems, Larry Smith. Photo Editor: Jim Lang. Bottom Dog Press. Huron, Ohio. 296 pages. out late spring or early summer.
since i’ve always been the “ultimate outsider” according to the Cleveland press, this is rather sweet. it’s sort of sad how much i find i like official recognition. turns out “we don’t need no stinkin’ recognition” is a lie. considering my outsider outlaw status, seems i’m having it both ways.
i’m a poet, and now everybody will know it.
further word from our coffee picking past, part 2
will have to wait a day or two. life is too full and overwhelming right now to do now and then simultaneously.
flowers in front of coffee trees with red coffee beans – foto by smith