AD.

WALKING ON THIN ICE

alpha omega


alpha – foto by Smith

Skin, age and paper
In secret dance disabled
Raisins from the dead


omega – foto by Smith

red taillights


gasoline on water – foto by Smith

Glanced through my pocket notepad to see if there were any lines I could harvest worth cyber ink and found these odd fragments all in a row.

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Smith’s Lo-Cal Diet

You want to reduce your calorie intake?

Simple;
Just name your cupcake or ice cream or rabbit or child “10 Calories”
Then you can eat the entire cone, cow, critter or cousin
And just write 10 calories
On your diet chart
It’s free form food orgy
Eat all you want
For days and days and days
After all
Who hasn’t got room for 10 calories?

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Two goofs a gander make

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Everybody wants
Not everybody has

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Red taillights
Dusk and distance settling in

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If every man’s an island,
Are all women inlets?


back of the bus – foto by Smith

the promised land of milk & honey


$2 used t-shirt from Unique Thrift – foto by Smith

The Corporate Mean

The promised land of milk and honey
Hides the men of scars and shame
Who came they say to slay their dragon
Yet slayed to stay the same

Sleep creeps like Jason’s wool
Down shelf enchanted eyes
Devolved from Mammon’s muse
These self selected wise
Inside their phantom rooms
In fairy tale castles
Devoid of viable dooms
As integrated assholes
They sway
Illusion’s lies

— Smith, 1974


Jacob’s ladder – foto by Smith

Open Sesame

The bottle of sesame oil spilled in our cupboard and it smells like Planet Sesame. Seems good luck to have so much sesame open.

“Must take a lot of sesame seeds to make sesame oil,” said Smith as I wiped it up.

“I’ve always been curious how they make it. Maybe off-world? Planet Sesame?”

“God made it,” said Smith. “That’s all you need to know.”

“Does God have hands? Does God have people?”

“God just has this giant replicator. He picked it up after Star Trek cancelled.”

“I don’t know. You might be right,” I said.

Lady

bornday blues


the United Mutations of Smith – foto by Smith

Bornday Blues

Turned 65 today
I’ve learned you get wiser
And more weary

Boogie to the blues
Then get the blues to mambo
Dance these lies away


in the land of the blind, the one-eye is king – foto by Smith

And as for tonight, Lady and I will be at Mac’s Backs to hear Minneapolis poet Chris Shillock, whom we’ll meet for the first time in a couple hours when Lady cooks him dinner.


poet Christopher Shillock from Minneapolis, MN

Two visiting poets at Mac’s this week, come out if you can!

Tonight
Wednesday, March 9th at 7 p.m. at Mac’s Backs-Books on Coventry 1820 Coventry Rd. Cleveland Heights

GAYL TELLER & CHRISTOPHER SHILLOCK

Gayl Teller is the Poet Laureate of Nassau County, Long Island NY and has published five poetry collections including Inside the Embrace (Word Tech/Cherry Grove 2010).

As Poet Laureate Gayl has initiated Stray Feet, a roving poetry show and coordinated a workshop/anthology project that resulted in the publication of Toward Forgiveness, an anthology featuring ninety-nine Long Island poets. Gayl is also the founder of The Mid-Island Y JCC Poetry Reading series which has brought national and regional poets to Long Island since 1996.

She has received numerous prizes and awards including the Edgar Allen Poe prize and her poetry has been widely published and anthologized. Gayl teaches at Hofstra University.

Gayl will be joined by Minneapolis poet Christopher Shillock. Christopher Shillock was born in Lisbon, Portugal in 1940. He grew up in South America and Europe where his parents served in the US Foreign Service. He has an MA in philosophy from the City University of New York. In 1972 he moved to the Twin Cities to attend the University of Minnesota.

During the 1980’s he was active in various Communist and Anarchist groups where an unerring instinct led him to the losing side in every factional dispute. Since then he has adopted the working hypothesis that the creative life is itself a radical act in a world dedicated to ignorance and exploitation.

Christopher has published several book and book/media collaborations, including Testament of Fear, Irregular Conjugations, An Invitiation to the Terrorist Ball and the newly released Invisible Jazz. He has read at numerous venues and festivals including the Minnesota Fringe Festival, The Powderhorn Writers Festival and the Rogue Buddha Gallery.

“Chris Shillock is almost like a poet laureate of Minneapolis, of the urban, downtown, gritty rock-and-roll/poetry/spoken word/everything scene” ~ Write on Radio KFAI 90.3

Gayl Teller – gaylteller.com/
Christopher Shillock – shillock.com
Mac’s Backs – booksite.com/mback/


poet Gayl Teller from Long Island NY

lite verse


light – foto by Smith

Lite Verse

We come from light
We go to light
But what a heavy in between

— Smith, 2005


heavy in between – foto by Smith

growl howl


signs – foto by Smith

Best way to fine-tune a new poem is to read it to an audience, see where the tongue trips, the flow flops. Posted this in January, then read it to audiences and had to lose bits and pieces. Here are the remains remixed, reposted.

Belly Back Beat Off Blues

Dancing down
the Corner Buddhist Beat Cafe.
Digging Pretty Lady
scoping Haiku Baby’s sway.
Stinky Finger
picking Pussy’s pocket.
Lockjaw John
humping rhythm and blues.

Crankman’s behind the wheel
working latest deal.
In get-away zone
Monkey Jones
jimmies Lucy’s locket
fluxing right and left
in jelly jam scam
for Uncle Sham.

Whirl Girl
does the Duze
looking to shake
her bad leaf break.
Growl howls
yet another one of his poems
as Mama Boy slurs
his sip & slip again.

All these cats
blowing their own
beat
Off Beat
Beat Off
Slippery Slope Cope
Less Than Most
Coast
On Tomorrow’s Sorrow
Blues . . .

you know, that old
“belly bump back, back bump belly
gonna go jack my jam in jelly”
jewel.


semicircus – foto by Smith

2 out of town poets reading Wednesday at Mac’s Backs


poet Gayl Teller from Long Island, NY

poet Christopher Shillock from Minneapolis, MN

Two visiting poets at Mac’s this week, come out if you can!

Wednesday, March 9th at 7 p.m. at Mac’s Backs-Books on Coventry 1820 Coventry Rd. Cleveland Heights

GAYL TELLER & CHRISTOPHER SHILLOCK

Gayl Teller is the Poet Laureate of Nassau County, Long Island NY and has published five poetry collections including Inside the Embrace (Word Tech/Cherry Grove 2010).

As Poet Laureate Gayl has initiated Stray Feet, a roving poetry show and coordinated a workshop/anthology project that resulted in the publication of Toward Forgiveness, an anthology featuring ninety-nine Long Island poets. Gayl is also the founder of The Mid-Island Y JCC Poetry Reading series which has brought national and regional poets to Long Island since 1996.

She has received numerous prizes and awards including the Edgar Allen Poe prize and her poetry has been widely published and anthologized. Gayl teaches at Hofstra University.

Gayl will be joined by Minneapolis poet Christopher Shillock. Christopher Shillock was born in Lisbon, Portugal in 1940. He grew up in South America and Europe where his parents served in the US Foreign Service. He has an MA in philosophy from the City University of New York. In 1972 he moved to the Twin Cities to attend the University of Minnesota.

During the 1980’s he was active in various Communist and Anarchist groups where an unerring instinct led him to the losing side in every factional dispute. Since then he has adopted the working hypothesis that the creative life is itself a radical act in a world dedicated to ignorance and exploitation.

Christopher has published several book and book/media collaborations, including Testament of Fear, Irregular Conjugations, An Invitiation to the Terrorist Ball and the newly released Invisible Jazz. He has read at numerous venues and festivals including the Minnesota Fringe Festival, The Powderhorn Writers Festival and the Rogue Buddha Gallery.

“Chris Shillock is almost like a poet laureate of Minneapolis, of the urban, downtown, gritty rock-and-roll/poetry/spoken word/everything scene” ~ Write on Radio KFAI 90.3

Gayl Teller – gaylteller.com/
Christopher Shillock – shillock.com
Mac’s Backs – booksite.com/mback/


poetry – foto by Smith

weighted web of past and present


Mouse Dreamss by Smith in the MetroHealth art collection – foto by Smith

I’m not normally a people person, more of a hermit curmudgeon in waiting. But this afternoon was fun, and oddly intertwined.

Lady went to help Chiplis do computer stuff, and while they worked I gave their cat some of my blood. Wilcox calls, and we all meet here. Talk art. Laugh lots. Mrs. Chiplis stops by with pizza. More talk, laughter, they all drink beer, leave. A five hour social afternoon with wife, old friends, and cat.

Hadn’t seen Wilcox in months so it was serendipitous he stopped by today because unknown to him this morning I blogged photos of his dog sculpture wearing a beanie on display over at the hospital. And two days ago I blogged fotos of Chiplis’ new art show of found-neon sculpture. There’re more inter-weavings with Chiplis and Wilcox having birthdays last week and mine next week; plus I’ve also appeared in art shows and done installations with each back in the 1980s-90s, and published both in Artcrimes from 1986-2006.

A weighted web of past and present.

And more past. . . here’s my 1991 sculpture over at the same hospital, not too far from Wilcox’s propeller beanie and long scarfed dog. This is Mouse Dreams. On the pedestal it’s about 6 and a half feet tall . . . you can use the full-sized mannequin head and arms for scale. It stands in the children’s wing, and I made it with their pain, minds and size in mind. Last time there I saw a four-year old girl tug her father over and explain all the cut-up 3-D postcards on the front. Made me feel good, like I’d done something right.

Art helps.







Mouse Dreamss by Smith, 1991 – fotos by Smith

Everythingis part of ALL

Communication is slightly confusing to me sometimes; I can accept rain. Breeziness was felt on my left air, right side of face a little numb. Left ear the hum of Reality.

The commentary of the toilet lid in a bathroom, the soberness of morning. Mandy asked a question along the walls.

Everythingis part of ALL. I believe everyone is forgiven, and I do. Everything seems better, and I want it to be so. I do not want you to feel that you can’t talk candidly but sometimes I do.

Take care, take care, and have a great day.

I always want my ears to ask, and perceive answers.

Lady