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Archive for August, 2011

My Children of the Me

Saturday, August 20th, 2011

Private drive – foto by Smith

My Children of the Me

Trapped in a bad B-movie
no director, no screen writer
no dressing room, paycheck or release date
bad actors frothing self referential dialogue
each a gigantic star in their small whorl
the rest of us understudies, go-fers
stepping stones, fluffers
support, flotsam, filler
and worse, no heros
plot, or story arc
but worser
no end outside death

Who do I have to flux
to get out of this film?

— Smith, 8.20.2011

TONIGHT ALERT: Lady K and I are the featured readers tonight at Night Fragments – Poetry in the Dark.

This Saturday August 20, 2011 reading out under the stars starts at 8:30 PM with a half hour or so of open mic followed by 15 minutes each from Lady and me.

John Burroughs will have a brand new 23 page 25 poem chapbook of my poetry available titled Unruly.

It is at The Lorain Arts Council’s Sweet & Savory Bistro, 737 Broadway Ave in Lorain, Ohio.

Lorain is 38 miles west of Cleveland, just north of I-90 near the Black River.

Thanks to Antonio Barrios, the president of The Lorain Arts Council, for inviting us.


Lady K protesting – foto by Smith

 

Now (poem) + featured reading tomorrow

Friday, August 19th, 2011

now and then – foto by Smith

Now

It is what it is
this mixture of past present
this of of what was

— Smith, 8.19.2011

TOMORROW ALERT Lady K and I will be the featured readers at Night Fragments – Poetry in the Dark tomorrow, Saturday August 20, 2011.

This reading out under the stars starts at 8:30 PM with a half hour or so of open mic followed by 15 minutes each from Lady and me.

John Burroughs will have a brand new 23 page 25 poem chapbook of my poetry available titled Unruly.

It is at The Lorain Arts Council’s Sweet & Savory Bistro, 737 Broadway Ave in Lorain, Ohio.

Lorain is 20 miles west of Cleveland, just north of I-90. Thanks to Antonio Barrios, the president of The Lorain Arts Council, for inviting us.


poet/artist/publisher Lady K – foto by Smith

 

Eggman

Thursday, August 18th, 2011

Flying too close to the sun – foto by Smith

Eggman

I am Egg number
2 billion
318 million
599 thousand
4 hundred 20
of nigh
7 billion now.

I hatched 65 years ago
when there were 66% fewer of us
fluxing the field.

Those
4 billion 682 million born since
have not helped the picture much
in fact
have pretty much tarnished
the bent frame.

I am not happy with these numbers
stressing the cage
and wonder how our shells
will hold.

Mine feels rather peckish.

— Smith, 8.18.2011

65 years ago we were upping the world population by 19 million people a year . . . in the past ten years we’ve added 70.5 million people every 12 months, a 370% increase in the yearly increase.

I swear, sometimes it looks like we’re an infestation.

~ ~ ~

And now a word from our sponsor — Lady K and I will be the featured readers at Night Fragments – Poetry in the Dark this Saturday August 20, 2011.

The reading is out under the stars and starts at 8:30 PM. There will be a half hour or so of open mic followed by 15 minutes each from Lady and me.

John Burroughs will have a new 23 page 25 poem chapbook of my poetry available titled Unruly.

It will be at The Lorain Arts Council’s Sweet & Savory Bistro, 737 Broadway Ave in Lorain, Ohio.

Lorain is 20 miles west of Cleveland, just north of I-90. Thanks to Antonio Barrios, the president of The Lorain Arts Council for inviting us.


Staying too close to the ground – foto by Smith

 

Body Mind Meld with Half Second Delay

Wednesday, August 17th, 2011

r u? – foto by Smith

Body Mind Meld with Half Second Delay

The truth is
there is no truth
no one truth
final truth
ultimate truth anyway
there’s your truth
my truths
those I know
and those I don’t
dead baby truth
first kiss truth
hit miss truth
and in spooky sort of way
the ghost in the woodpile
out behind the barn truth
our own true truths
memory mashed
bias based
ego edited
and then there’s here truth
there truth
spirit of the flesh truth
independent
interconnected
and if I may sway
there’s hula moola truth
spawned by academics
and pendants
in moral malfeasance
which leads to Corporate Truth
with its trail of slime
and protective shell
going to hell pell-mell
but strangest of all
is the lie-truth you tell you
when brain body does
what it’s doing
then split-second later
tells you what you did
so you think you do done

I hear the fool killer coming

— Smith, 8.17.2011

I read The Meme Machine by Susan Blackmore last year and in one of the mind studies mentioned, it turns out when presented with a problem, your body-mind decides what it’s going to do a full half-second before you decide you’re going to do it; so essentially, your consciousness is always a half-second behind what you’re actually doing, and your body-mind feeds your consciousness a little story-lie a half-second after it’s done so the conscious you thinks you’re the one who did it.


spank you very much – foto by Smith

 

Getting at the Gap

Tuesday, August 16th, 2011

Bridge – foto by Smith

Getting at the Gap

A bridge of size
sighs between now and now
then and then
when and when
won’t take you there
from here
because there is no there there
no here here
no we to agree to see
just space time illusion collusion
bit of one thinking it sum not some
hero instead of many ones in zero
I am you and you are me
and we and she and he
in their them there they say way
of words which paid play
dead or alive
you pave your daze
and techs your chance
with hollow pants
in holoprance
parlance

It’s ons and off
ones and zero
this and that
minus the hat or chat
or chaps or glance entranced
the gap betwixt
bewitched by would and could and should
in hood
with sweet sinsation scared sacred

Between was and will
teeter is

— Smith, 8.16.2011


Twixt was and will – foto by Smith

 

Head Light Tail

Monday, August 15th, 2011

Nightroad – foto by Smith

Head Light Tail

The wet hiss of night rain on road
slips through dark window
on moist summer breeze
to surf stone buzz from might’s maybe
beneath this myth of match

Feels like when younger, still innocent
eager in trust of morrow’s becoming
not juggernaught but juxtaposition
of judgment
to justify my weary stroll from home

How long before they pierce this sheepskin
demand clear plastic credentials
rigid in ruled order
bound by skin forgotten
pegged in square hole rounded

I look down street mist through fogging
see nature painting
turn around to another
deep in composition
simple complexion

We work roads unfounded in acquisition
accrete composite condition
tinged in pastels past completion
comported from comfort’s garden
lines raked straight with reckon

— Smith, 8.15.2011


Lightroad – foto by Smith

 

Credo 2

Sunday, August 14th, 2011

Peter Ball (aka Apartment One) recording – foto by Smith

We redid one of my recent poems as a new song. Check out Credo 2 at reverbnation.com/mutantsmith. “We” is Peter Ball aka Apartment One making the music and doing the recording and mixing, and me on vocals . . . Peter also wrote the chorus.

Poetic heads up —

Lady K and I are the featured readers at Night Fragments – Poetry in the Dark August 20, 2011.

This coming Saturday night’s reading out under the stars starts at 8:30 PM. There will be a half hour or so of open mic followed by 15 minutes each from Lady and I.

John Burroughs may have a 20-poem chapbook of my poetry available . . . titled Unruly, a term I’ve been often in the past. I say may because he decided to do it only a week ago so if he pulls it off it’ll be an amazing achievement.

It will be at The Lorain Arts Council’s Sweet & Savory Bistro, 737 Broadway Ave in Lorain, Ohio.

Lorain is 20 miles west of Cleveland just north of I-90. Thanks to Antonio Barrios, the president of The Lorain Arts Council for inviting us.

The reading’s title was taken from this 44 year old poem which seems even more relevant today:

Night Fragment

As has been said
The night weighs upon the city
In tired, fat insolence. Rat scurry.
Old papers flap down empty streets.
It is an ugly season. Full.
Day slouches in, in shameless anonymity
Devoid of great chained excuses of being
A voided has been of god, notion and country.
Unfocused without, we hunt worms within
To bait further cold excretion of reason, rationale.
Refuse refusing our naked nothing.
Cautious.
Strip steal by night.

— Smith, 1968


credo – foto by Smith

 

No Bless Oblique

Saturday, August 13th, 2011

Big bellied boob boy – foto by Smith

37 hours awake, 4 more to go. Couldn’t sleep so read a novel through the night. No sleep today because of poetry reading.

Just rewrote this poem. Been massaging it past six years. Never quite sure of it, but yesterday John Burroughs said he was including it in a 25 poem 23 page chapbook of my mostly recent poems titled Unruly which he hopes to have ready for Lady’s and my reading next Saturnight at the Lorain Arts Council (which, since he only had the idea a week ago, will be an amazing feat).

Never read or peinted this because I always thought it too dense in a John Donne-ian sort of way, but John is setting it free.

No Bless Oblique

Brain benign bimbos and the big bellied boob boys
Limbic low in basic lick me flick

This it it is is slow evidence each error arrow
Winging other realm weak water we

Our trust in lowercase emotion immaculate deception
Everyday evasion begs meeting nest

Saliva downloads darkness, lamps light lies – lies accrue
Mothers mire, fathers flame

Our knot whichever ought wrought
Or not, depending on seek sought

— Smith, 2004


Shadow knot – foto by Smith

 

Almost Persuaded

Friday, August 12th, 2011

Ungreen life – foto by Smith

Almost Persuaded

I’ve been told too many truths for justice
or torment in limbic loin
to look for form or function in future satin

I crow denial thrice
return to green for growing
and look to lust for life in logic’s other loggerjam

— Smith, 2003

This is one of three poems that convinced my future wife I was a real poet. She published them her online poetry/art zine TheCitryPoetry.com along with my second prison story in issue 13 — she’s working on issue 25 now.


Green for growing – foto by Smith

 

What’s wrong with this picture?

Thursday, August 11th, 2011

Who is the biggest arms supplier in the world?
The U.S.A.

Who is the greatest warmonger in the world?
The U.S.A.

Which nation kills the most civilians each year?
The U.S.A.

Who spends more on defense than the rest of the world combined?
The U.S.A.

Who is the largest terrorist organization in the world?
The U.S.A.

 

 
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