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Archive for October, 2009

the rest of the ladysmith kitchen art gallery

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

Kitchen art, section 2 – foto by Smith

Here’s the rest of the LadySmith kitchen art gallery, with art by mom and me.

That leaves maybe 16 sections and 76 pieces to go.


Nulvoid, 1985, 6″ x 9″, Smith – foto by Smith

Limbic Rock, 2000, 10″ x 12″, Smith – foto by Smith

Bind, 1985, 6″ x 9″, Smith – foto by Smith

Kitchen art, section 3 – foto by Smith

XXXOOO, 2000, 13″ x 25″, Smith – foto by Smith

Kitchen chest, 2001, 23″ x 20 x 16″, Mother Dwarf Smith – foto by Smith

Kitchen chest, 2001, 23″ x 20 x 16″, Mother Dwarf Smith – foto by Smith

Mountain Music (with raccoon skull), 9″ x 14″, 2006, Smith – foto by Smith

Mountain Music (with raccoon skull), 9″ x 14″, 2006, Smith – foto by Smith

 

kitchen pt 1, lady/smith art gallery

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

Thin Ice, 2007, 23″ x 15″, by Lady & Smith – foto by Smith

I hung 88 pieces of art in 7 galleries around the apartment, art by my dead mom Mother Dwarf 1926-2005, my dead brother Cat 1957-1987, my live life wife Lady K 1972-?, and myself 1946-?.

I’m going to blog selected sections over the next few weeks. Here’s one section of the kitchen with a bunch of Lady’s Croatia art and the first collaboration we did.


Kitchen gallery, part 1 – foto by Smith

Thin Ice, 2007, 23″ x 15″, by Lady & Smith – foto by Smith

Remnant, 2007, 4″ x 4″, by Lady – foto by Smith

Rats, 2007, 5″ x 6″, by Lady – foto by Smith

4, 2007, 4″ x 4″, by Lady – foto by Smith

Apert Cass, 2007, 5″ x 6″, by Lady – foto by Smith

Cosmic Crack, 2007, 4″ x 4″, by Lady – foto by Smith

Offworld VI, 2007, 5″ x 6″, by Lady – foto by Smith

Relic III, 2007, 5″ x 9″, by Lady – foto by Smith

 

the free unfree weave of we

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

Free Bird, 1978 – collage and foto by Smith

Lady’s been pondering free will versus a deterministic Universe.

She’s leaning toward everyone’s actions flowing from a combination of chemical interaction mixed with past events leading to a fixed future.

She says we are what we are because that’s how we’re constructed from our pre-programmed DNA, that basically the Universe was wound up once and will tick along in predetermined tocks until it runs down and everything that has happened, is happening, or will happen has previously been decided and cast in stone from the very first second of existence. In such a world, there’s no need to try because you’re helpless not to do what it is you’ve already been programmed to do

Unsurprisingly, I disagree.

I see DNA more as a default inclination, the original sin mentioned in the bible. We are pre-programmed through our DNA for fight or flight and need and greed in a life of strife. In this analogy, the womb would be the Garden of Eden which we are all evicted from at birth to try and survive in a world that’s based on eat or be eaten.

I agree we’re born to be selfish, to take what we want and view our own wants and needs as more important than any others. But that doesn’t mean we HAVE to act on these inner drives. We can choose NOT to eat that piece of chocolate cake our mind or stomach demands, maybe to even share it instead with someone who actually needs it. I see this rising above our programming as the salvation the bible promises.

In Lady’s predeterministic world, you are what you are and since there’s nothing you can do about it, there’s no need to try to improve or feel guilt about what you can’t or didn’t do.

In my world we each are responsible for overcoming our more animalistic DNA inclinations as well as rising above any uncouth cultural conditioning. For me, we are responsible for everything – for each action we do, or should have done and didn’t. I’ve always strived to be better than I am, and feel great guilt for falling way short.

Of course it’s not all as simplistically cut and dried as this. I wrestle daily with the fact that I was born with a tall, strong healthy body, a quick mind, and an easy affinity for creating words and images. I’m not responsible for initially having any of these; I was simply born that way. Unless you believe in reincarnation, my gifts are the lucky result of chance because I could just of easily been born dumb and defective.

But it is my responsibility to take what I was given and do the most with it, to accept my shortcomings and failures as my own rather than trying to blame them on fate, destiny, DNA, or predetermination.

I may be fucked up (and I am, believe me), but I realize I’ve had a lot of help in my fucked-up-ness thanks to being culturally conditioned by a sick society that teaches me the size of a man’s wallet or a woman’s breasts are more important attributes than what’s in their hearts or the value of their thoughts and actions. I feel it is my job as a human to rise above such low brow conditioning and to quell and control my DNA programming in order to create my own life on my own terms. Just because I’m born inclined to lie doesn’t mean I have to lie–it’s up to me.

There are myriad extenuating factors in all our many failures and weakness, but these factors should not be used as excuses to absolve ourselves from the responsibility of rising above them. This is how I believe we develop our spirit. Most folk are born soulless and asleep, and die the same way. They come from dirt and return to dirt. But it doesn’t have to be this way – you can come from dirt and die into light. It’s up to you.

As I wrote long ago, if your own corner of the world is a shit hole, then you are the feces.

The unfunny punch line to Lady’s and my disagreement is my philosophy promotes guilt and worry while hers abnegates both – yet I worry much less and feel less guilt than she does. Would her philosophy actually make her happy and cease her guilt worry, I’d gladly embrace it over my own.

(Just for full fair disclosure – I don’t believe in god or any religion, but I do believe in a Conscious Universe which I talk to daily. You might say I’m having it both ways. I daily say my Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddhist chant to help align my ego with the Universal Flow. At core I am a flow surfer.)

DNA

The man walks through the door
The door is red
The man is not
And neither has a hump


detail of Voodoo Lounge, 1968 – collage and foto by Smith

 

YOU PROMISED ME

Monday, October 19th, 2009

inspired by yoko ono

lady

 

in side out side in

Monday, October 19th, 2009

candle opera – foto by Smith

I got the no word blues.

Think it’s because I been using surface words so long I done used them up and gotta go inside to find cleaner deeper words for fresh fuel and that’s a trip for another day.

Can’t really go inside until I make my outside better and can’t much make my outside better until I go inside and have a look around.

Now that winter’s coming, it might be time for me to do some mental spring cleaning.

We missed the last three winters thanks to the Adriatic, the Mediterranean, and Mexico. Not looking forward to current and upcoming Cleveland cold.

Cleveland Snow

Fresh white hides old sins
grows belief in yes until
cold white dirty no


back window – foto by Smith

 

clown from outer space

Saturday, October 17th, 2009

you to – foto by Smith

An especially good collection of this past week’s absurd, surreal, sad and shallow headlines from mainstream and alternative media . . .

Loving Couple Forced To Divorce To Save Money

“Hell Is Eternal, Just Like Your Marriage Is Supposed To Be”

IJustMadeLove.com: Tell The World Where, How You Had Sex

7 Sex Tips from Cosmo That Will Put You In The Hospital

Bizarre iPhone App Simulates Looking Up Girls’ Skirts

British Reality Star Shows Her Nipples

Marge Simpson in Playboy: What ‘toon do YOU want to see naked next?

Women Are Unhappy? And You’re Surprised?

Girls sell sex in Hong Kong to earn shopping money

Interracial Couple Denied Marriage License By Louisiana Judge

Iran Cleric: “God’s Fury” Will Be Unleashed If Female Governors Allowed

Brazilian TV Host Who ‘Ordered Murders To Boost Ratings’ Turns Himself In

Limbaugh Put His “Testicles In A Blind Trust” For Bush

Dick Cheney: Screw the Law

Democrat Rep. Tells GOP Rep. To “Stick It Up Your Ass”

“Kill Obama” Painted On Phoenix-Area Campaign Signs

Boehner On Hate Crimes: Sexual Orientation Is A Choice, Religion Isn’t

“Jesus Christ” Lizard Walks On Water

Mustachioed Men Make More Money

Elvis Presley’s Hair To Be Auctioned For Expected $12,000

Elvis Presley’s fingerprints to be auctioned

Reading dog inspires students

Invisible dogs prowl NY streets

Pythons, iguanas go on attack in suburbs

Heating Plant BURNS BUNNIES For Fuel

Vegetarian Spider Discovered

The lost golf balls of Loch Ness

Fake quake to shake state

Universe To End Sooner Than Thought

The clown from outer space returns

And no, “the clown from outer space” isn’t me – I’m the clown from inner space.


substitute – foto by Smith

 

CIRCUMSTANCE IS LIKE AN AVALANCHE

Thursday, October 15th, 2009
“Circumstance is like an avalanche.”

Why do you say that?

“I was thinking, like, I should have all my ducks in a row.”

It doesn’t do any good to have all the ducks in a row because reality will come along and do something entirely different you didn’t think about, or it just ignores your ducks and knocks them over. So it’s a dilemma because if you don’t do anything at all with your ducks, and stuff happens, and you’re unprepared, it can go the wrong way. And if you obsess too much on getting all your ducks right, stuff can *still* happen.

In a storm, oak tree don’t bend. Oak tree break. Willow reed bends. Survives.

So the thing is, to try, but not *too hard.*

Do you know the theory I came up with in Navy Prep School?

“Huh?”

we’re here on Earth to accomplish something. So, we live until we do it, or we live until we *can’t* do it. Either case, we die.

“How is that helpful?”

So I realized the way to live forever is to always keep trying, and always fail, never succeed. Never give up, never succeed. You can live forever. ‘Course, why would you want to?

“I definitely want to die, period. Have you ever wanted to live forever?”

Oh, yeah. I assumed I would at one point.

“I just want to go on to some perfect zone of contentedness. If I can’t have that, I don’t want to live forever.”

You can’t be content for forever, and live. It’s incompatible with being a human. If I die I shall revert to energy, I won’t have these emotional hangups, I’ll just become one with whatever my function is.

Smith & Lady

 

OPINING ON OBAMA

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

I voted for Obama and his election made me feel like the U.S. is a more welcoming place. I was so scared when Bush was in office. I am disappointed with Obama, though. I think he’s more concerned with financial elites and corporations than working people. I think the bank bailout was given with little thought and had no strings attached to try to change the risky behavior that caused the collapse. I’m also disappointed with the public option he’s proposing although I think it’s better than not having a public option, as long as there’s a mandate that everyone purchase health insurance. I’d much rather see Medicare expanded to cover everyone. I’m frustrated that I can’t find any information about the amount of subsidization for lower income people. How much will it cost if we *must* buy health insurance? I’m upset that he doesn’t seem to be doing much to get us out of Iraq and Afghanistan. Baffled by his winning the Nobel Peace Prize. I’d probably vote for him again, though…

Lady

 

BLOOD LUST FOR VENGEANCE

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

I had this really weird bloody comic book dream last night. Couldn’t get myself out of bed to write it down, so much of it is lost this morning. In this dream I had ‘blood lust’–I was fighting neo-Nazis in a locker room. I was punching two of them at once, and they’d punch me but it didn’t seem to have any impact on me, and the scenes in the dream kept escalating, skipping ahead showing progressively destructive results of my punching these Nazis until in the last scene I was holding two half corpses in my hands, bloody intestines hanging out, arms and legs hacked off, and I opened a hatch and threw the corpses on top of some neo-Nazis who were like, waiting in a queue to fight me. I was disturbed by my violence in this dream, and it’s particularly weird because I’d talked to a couple people about the violence in Quentin Tarantino’s latest movie and how I was disturbed by it even though it was against Nazis. But lately I’d turned in my mind and decided that the movie was just a comic book depiction of blood lust for vengeance…

Lady

 

pillow talk

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

quantum stereo – foto by Smith

I love you my companion, my existential …. I don’t know.

How about your existential equator?

I don’t understand what that means.

Neither do I. How about existential elevator?

I kind of like that. It implies an up and down.

In that case I’ll be your quantum mechanical elevator, we’d be going all directions on all floors all at the same time in Heisenbergian space. We’d be everywhere at the same time and only ever be at one place when someone pressed the button.

Yes, I like that. You need to go write that down.


quantum mono – foto by Smith

 

 
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