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Odds – 30 to none

Sunday, September 18th, 2011

Universal Declaration of Human Rights – foto by Smith

Universal Declaration of Human Rights, adopted December 10, 1948 by the General Assembly of the United Nations.

(I’m going to have to come up with a sneaky snappy title for the blog or else no one will even stop by.)

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These 30 articles (which I’ve posted below) written by fair, thoughtful, moral humans 63 years ago enumerating the universal rights of every single person on earth seem intuitive, logical and self-evident.

Unfortunately I cannot think of a single government or corporation who honor them in spirit or deed.

These words are also serious and numerous without any laugh tracks or applause signs or mind-candy graphics, which means most who need these protections will not read them because they shy from the educative since it is boring.

Too many of us look up the class money chain and salivate with envy while looking down the money class chain with contempt and disgust.

We forget we’re all human, all portions of the great all . . . whatever affects a single human or animal or any portion of the planet affects everything we have and are as well as the very ground upon which we live and the ecosystem from which we seek substance and shelter.

Seems to me we’re all pissing upstream and then complaining about the taste and color of the water we drink downstream.

In the long run, doing right is better for the planet, better for each of us, and actually cheaper over the long haul.

Plus if there is an after-life called Heaven and Hell, most of us are seriously Hell-fluxed for the greedy thoughtless selfish ways we’ve lived, thought and taught because far too many of us accept this current “is” over possible “could” and moral “should”. After all, the “would” IS up to us.

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All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.

Everyone is entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration, without distinction of any kind, such as race, colour, sex, language, religion, political or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. Furthermore, no distinction shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional or international status of the country or territory to which a person belongs, whether it be independent, trust, non-self-governing or under any other limitation of sovereignty.

Everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of person.

No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.

No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment.

Everyone has the right to recognition everywhere as a person before the law.

All are equal before the law and are entitled without any discrimination to equal protection of the law. All are entitled to equal protection against any discrimination in violation of this Declaration and against any incitement to such discrimination.

Everyone has the right to an effective remedy by the competent national tribunals for acts violating the fundamental rights granted him by the constitution or by law.

No one shall be subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention or exile.

Everyone is entitled in full equality to a fair and public hearing by an independent and impartial tribunal, in the determination of his rights and obligations and of any criminal charge against him.

(1) Everyone charged with a penal offence has the right to be presumed innocent until proved guilty according to law in a public trial at which he has had all the guarantees necessary for his defence.

(2) No one shall be held guilty of any penal offence on account of any act or omission which did not constitute a penal offence, under national or international law, at the time when it was committed. Nor shall a heavier penalty be imposed than the one that was applicable at the time the penal offence was committed.

No one shall be subjected to arbitrary interference with his privacy, family, home or correspondence, nor to attacks upon his honour and reputation. Everyone has the right to the protection of the law against such interference or attacks.

(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each state.

(2) Everyone has the right to leave any country, including his own, and to return to his country.

(1) Everyone has the right to seek and to enjoy in other countries asylum from persecution.

(2) This right may not be invoked in the case of prosecutions genuinely arising from non-political crimes or from acts contrary to the purposes and principles of the United Nations.

(1) Everyone has the right to a nationality.

(2) No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his nationality nor denied the right to change his nationality.

(1) Men and women of full age, without any limitation due to race, nationality or religion, have the right to marry and to found a family. They are entitled to equal rights as to marriage, during marriage and at its dissolution.

(2) Marriage shall be entered into only with the free and full consent of the intending spouses.

(3) The family is the natural and fundamental group unit of society and is entitled to protection by society and the State.

(1) Everyone has the right to own property alone as well as in association with others.

(2) No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his property.

Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion; this right includes freedom to change his religion or belief, and freedom, either alone or in community with others and in public or private, to manifest his religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship and observance.

Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers.

(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of peaceful assembly and association.

(2) No one may be compelled to belong to an association.

(1) Everyone has the right to take part in the government of his country, directly or through freely chosen representatives.

(2) Everyone has the right of equal access to public service in his country.

(3) The will of the people shall be the basis of the authority of government; this will shall be expressed in periodic and genuine elections which shall be by universal and equal suffrage and shall be held by secret vote or by equivalent free voting procedures.

Everyone, as a member of society, has the right to social security and is entitled to realization, through national effort and international co-operation and in accordance with the organization and resources of each State, of the economic, social and cultural rights indispensable for his dignity and the free development of his personality.

(1) Everyone has the right to work, to free choice of employment, to just and favourable conditions of work and to protection against unemployment.

(2) Everyone, without any discrimination, has the right to equal pay for equal work.

(3) Everyone who works has the right to just and favourable remuneration ensuring for himself and his family an existence worthy of human dignity, and supplemented, if necessary, by other means of social protection.

(4) Everyone has the right to form and to join trade unions for the protection of his interests.

Everyone has the right to rest and leisure, including reasonable limitation of working hours and periodic holidays with pay.

(1) Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age or other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond his control.

(2) Motherhood and childhood are entitled to special care and assistance. All children, whether born in or out of wedlock, shall enjoy the same social protection.

(1) Everyone has the right to education. Education shall be free, at least in the elementary and fundamental stages. Elementary education shall be compulsory. Technical and professional education shall be made generally available and higher education shall be equally accessible to all on the basis of merit.

(2) Education shall be directed to the full development of the human personality and to the strengthening of respect for human rights and fundamental freedoms. It shall promote understanding, tolerance and friendship among all nations, racial or religious groups, and shall further the activities of the United Nations for the maintenance of peace.

(3) Parents have a prior right to choose the kind of education that shall be given to their children.

(1) Everyone has the right freely to participate in the cultural life of the community, to enjoy the arts and to share in scientific advancement and its benefits.

(2) Everyone has the right to the protection of the moral and material interests resulting from any scientific, literary or artistic production of which he is the author.

Everyone is entitled to a social and international order in which the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration can be fully realized.

(1) Everyone has duties to the community in which alone the free and full development of his personality is possible.

(2) In the exercise of his rights and freedoms, everyone shall be subject only to such limitations as are determined by law solely for the purpose of securing due recognition and respect for the rights and freedoms of others and of meeting the just requirements of morality, public order and the general welfare in a democratic society.

(3) These rights and freedoms may in no case be exercised contrary to the purposes and principles of the United Nations.

Nothing in this Declaration may be interpreted as implying for any State, group or person any right to engage in any activity or to perform any act aimed at the destruction of any of the rights and freedoms set forth herein.

Lady confronts Capitalism – foto by Smith


Who Would Jesus Execute?

Saturday, September 17th, 2011

Who would Jesus bomb? Who would Jesus execute? If Jesus were sitting right on the couch next to me, as he probably is in some form or another, what would He think? Jesus permeates everything we breath and see. Buddha too, as do you. Every point is connected to every other point. Every point is not just a point. Every point contains an infinity. Every point is a grain of sand. But if I close my eyes, maybe every point is not there. Every point collapses with the caliper. Every point is empty when the caliper opens. Every point is nebulous. Every point blinks. Every point is shady. Every point collects…

If I close my eyes, maybe all there is is my ears, the fuzzy glowy stuff on the windshield of the back of my eyelids, the way my seat feels. Where does the caliper begin and end? Are the ears my caliper when my eyes are closed? Sound becomes more intense.
Buddha is in the air and in my ears. Buddhas, too. They sly around slippery. Buddhas and Christs say we are just avatars. Every person is just an avatar. Every person is just a facet in a multifaceted ooshy landscape, seemingly moving but not really. Automatic fingers, this typing. The shapes of adjacentness in slides that the caliper measures–the caliper of seeming time. The caliper of seeming time making seeming motion in a big crystal.

There’s an orange explosion in the crystal–an explosion of aggression–how to we make it an explosion of beauty? The center of the crystal is huge. It seems to writhe with a population that is not sustainable. So many facets of God. How do we stop splitting so much? How do we green and blue this place? Can the organism that is balanced on top of the explosion in the crystal, this organism Earth, be seen at a culmination point that is healthy and more unified, with fewer people and less explosion? Can the explosion of aggression be an iridium layer in the crystal–just something that marks the shape right “now” and never again? And less and less? Can the explosion collapse into a green flame and focus and integration of all these facets?

Can the asking and the visualization help, O Jesus on the sofa? O Jesus that I breath in through the left nostril, out through the right nostril, and in reverse, and in unison? The Jesus and Buddha molecules that are dispersed everywhere? The collective awareness of water? The collective awareness of air? The breathing dirt? The dirt that is not dead? The soil that is not garbage? The soil that mulches soul?

The Universe is at least partially aware, that I know. Just think–You and I are part of the Universe, and we’re at least partially aware. And we are part of the Universe. Ergo, the Universe is at least partially aware.

What makes up a brain? Why would brain stop at skin? This is a womb–the brain is an antenna both receiving and transmitting. The seeming individual is egg, not just yolk. Entropy is just more space with dispersed energy. We’re anti-entropy, we lifeforms. We’re integrators. The Universe is an integrator, too. The Universe just gets a little sleepier with more entropy. The Universe is an egg. The Universe is a carpet. The Universe is a pringle. Every point in the Universe is connected to every other point, and that’s a fact depending on if we remember it.



Robot Girl whirl

Friday, September 16th, 2011

Robot Girl, 13″ x 18″, 2011 – assemblage & foto by Smith

Got home from the poetry reading last night, glanced at the two pieces of scrap metal I’d found on the road the day before, decided they went together and 30 minutes later had this piece titled Robot Girl . . . name appropriated from a Was (Not Was) song.

The background will rust a bit more over the next 6 months — that’s one of the reasons I like using rust and copper corrosion because I never know what’s going to happen to the piece thanks to the interaction of iron and copper oxidation . . . these are essentially collaborations with time, chemistry and chance.

We’re both making new pieces because we have a major 2-month art show coming up February/March 2012 where we’re filling both rooms of the Mastroianni Arts Gallery down the road with pieces from my dead mother, dead brother, very live wife, and assumingly live me.

Sacred Pulp
Two Dead Smiths, Two Live Smiths
Mother Dwarf Smith, 1926 – 2005
Cat Smith, 1957 – 1987
Lady K. Smith, 1972 – ?
Steven B. Smith, 1946 – ?

February 10 – March 31, 2012
Mastroianni Arts

Smith & Lady poetry reading one month
Smith & Lady memoir reading the next month

Memoir will supposedly be available for sale as well.

Stations of the Lost
a true tale of
armed robbery, stolen cars, outsider art, mutant poetry,
underground publishing, robbing the cradle, and leaving the country

by Smith & Lady

PS – I’m the featured reader at The Poet’s Haven booth tomorrow at the Ingenuity Festival on the second level of the Detroit Superior Bridge from 1-2 PM . . . I’ll read 20 minutes or so and then try to sell and sign copies of the just published Crisis Chronicles Press chapbook titled Unruly of 22 of my new poems from 2010-11 plus one each from 2005, 1990 and 1968.

The Poet’s Haven

Robot Girl, 13″ x 18″, 2011 – assemblage & foto by Smith



Thursday, September 15th, 2011

Lady riding into the light – foto by Smith


I follow smoke signals to higher ground
sit on mesa long and alone
eat the sky
learn valley below holds healing
peaks plunge
lights cry night
might never right
I look to Coyote within

— Smith, 9-15-2011

Smoke – foto by Smith


7 there in search of where

Wednesday, September 14th, 2011

Free jazz – foto by Smith

My mouth, missing 9 teeth – foto by Smith

Poet’s tongue – foto by Smith

Tea bar – foto by Smith

Y – foto by Smith

Nightshade – foto by Smith

The colorful Lady K – foto by Smith


Seven secrets

Tuesday, September 13th, 2011

Do not touch – foto by Smith

Swan song – foto by Smith

Flower power – foto by Smith

Go man go – foto by Smith

Monster auto – foto by Smith

Serene skin – foto by Smith

Heisenberg probability wave – foto by Smith


Tales from the other side

Monday, September 12th, 2011

The face within – foto by Smith

The three ways of water – foto by Smith

Function at the junction – foto by Smith

Daze day – foto by Smith

Sunrise over Sea Mountain – foto by Smith

Vienna would – foto by Smith

Tales from the other side – foto by Smith


If I remember I am asleep I am awake

Monday, September 12th, 2011


I see these children all around, these old children getting off the RTA bus. These children of the United States. These children who are not children in age anymore but who are children in terms of innocence and ignorance.

These children who have been dulled. These children who have mired themselves in consumption. These children who get off this bus, pull jeans up around and curl their fingers. These children of clumsy grace. Clumsy but synchronized with this wave of sleep.

The wave of sleep is a heavy blanket over the country. The wave of sleep isolates. The wave of sleep thickens the ear. The wave of sleep slows down reaction times. The wave of sleep protects and abuses.

We are in this landscape, a moving landscape where the moving parts are sleeping people whizzing all around, sometimes even around the globe. We people are on some kind of autopilot consumption, an obsolete command to be fruitful, consume and multiply. We people have turned this blanket into an unhealthy place to be.

We can pull up this blanket and install the magic carpet. The magic carpet actually is installed. It is preinstalled. The magic carpet is a loam. The magic carpet is a strata. The magic carpet is a substrate.

The magic carpet is a substrate through which our fungi self permeates. Our fungi self has many mushroom heads when it flowers. Our mushroom heads are heads of annointedness. Our mushroom heads are not atomic bombs. We declaim that metaphor.

Our mushroom heads are heads of annointedness. Our baptism is innate. We do not need explicit baptism. Our mushroom heads are awakening.

Our poetry is awakening even if the poets are asleep. The poets are asleep by virtue of not remembering. The poets are asleep by virtue of the history of abuse. The poets are asleep but the words wake. The words walk. The words are Word.

The poets do not remember that their words are Word but they do remember. Word has permeated through by virtue of observation and multiple pathways. Word is water. Word is water that trickles up. Word works mouths and wonders. Word is innately awake even from our sleeping mouths.

We are in that dream in which even clasping a grain of sand is something that cannot be held on to. I can hold on to a ring. A ring is mostly permanent. But my cells go away. My cells float up and around and down and are eaten by other creatures of the substrate. My cells might not even exist other than in some kind of beautiful dream detail.

When we ascribe science to something maybe we nail it down. We take part of the dream and put it under the microscope and we find that the dream can follow predictive behavior. But the fabric of the dream unravels and the studies no longer make sense after a while, after the mass of people stops believing those particular studies.

We create cells by virtue of belief. We create maggots in isolated jars.

We can hold on to Poe’s grain of sand but I much rather the ring, or a penny. I can tape a penny to my hand and know that I am in the land of dream but that the penny is heavier than paper.

Pennies are heavier than paper, and more substantial. When I see a penny or a nickle or a dime on the ground I am pleased and I pick it up. When I create thread I am happy. When I am industrious and efficient and economical with thread I am happy. When I am economical with food and turn something into a big meal I am happy. When I do not have to waste food, I am happier yet.

It is a Grimm fairy tale that is not grim, that of being the industrious wife. That of holding onto my penny. That of remembering that I am asleep. If I remember I am asleep I am awake.



No 9-1-1 for me please, I’m on the wagon

Sunday, September 11th, 2011

Abolish death – foto by Smith

Ten years ago when I first watched the hijackers crash two airplanes into the World Trade Center Towers, my first response was awe at how people with no army, no money, no war equipment and few soldiers had turned the might of the mightiest military power on the planet against itself by simply using our own commercial airplanes to attack one of the world’s biggest symbols of capitalism.

I’m not forgetting or forgiving their murder of almost 3.000 civilians. Killing civilians is an abomination no matter who does it and is to be condemned whether done by terrorists, drug dealers, armies, nations, world organizations, corporations, the police, or legalized prison executioners.

But their terrorist tactics themselves were brilliant. Now I know this kind of thinking is not going to read well with the corporate-news fed, but if the situation were reversed and we’d successfully attacked the world’s biggest arms supplier terrorist nation who had been bombing our civilians, we’d be making movies and hit records about it.

Fact is, since 1950, the USA has been the major aggressor in the world — we’ve continuously bombed and invaded sovereign nations without declaring war, we’ve assassinated other country’s leaders, we’ve kidnapped citizens of foreign countries and tortured them, we’ve fomented coups, we’ve declared illegal embargoes on entire nations and killed half a million children in the process.

The USA is the biggest maker and seller of weapons of mass destruction in the world; ipso facto, we’re the largest terrorist organization. And yet our defense budget is bigger than the rest of the world’s defense budgets combined.

Recent government cables revealed U.S. soldiers in Iraq handcuffed 10 citizens — a 70 year old woman, a 5 month baby, 4 toddlers under 5 and 4 civilians — then shot them in the head and called down an air strike to destroy evidence of their actions. The Iraqi government complained and we ignored them.

If other countries did this to us, we’d fight back. So I understand why we were attacked — it was simple retribution for all the brown-red-yellow-black-skinned people we have killed and are still killing around the world ever since we moved to North America and started in on the Indians and the Mexicans.

The bad joke here is fewer than 3,000 Americans died in the towers . . . George W. Bush and Dick Cheney have killed more than 3,000 Americans in their retaliation, not to mention murdering over one million Iraqi civilians which is exceptionally perverse because Iraq had nothing to do with either 9-1-1 or weapons of mass destruction.

Dick Cheney, George W. Bush, Rumsfeld, Karl Rove, Gonzalez, Yoo, Rice, Tenant and scores more should be on trial right now for torture and war crimes and crimes against humanity. Instead most of them are on book tours raking in big bucks and yucks.

As for me, the sound of Americans cheering the deaths of yellow-brown-red-black skinned people causes unpleasant tension between what I see and what I was taught to believe we stood for as a people. Christians who kill and then strut in blood step bragging strike me as somewhat hypocritical.

You know, for a book whose main tenant is Thou Shalt Not Kill, there’s certainly a lot of blood shed under its aegis.

No flag is worth it – foto by Smith


Weak water tea

Saturday, September 10th, 2011

Which identity do I assume today? – foto by Smith

Looking for Mr. Goodblog, I picked up my 2009 notebook, opened it to the back page, and found these unconnected meanderings. Going to use it as my blog and also claim it as a new poem since there is minor manipulation involved.

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Journal Entry, 2009

Weak whine slime

Shadows in the dark assessing chances
Weighing each remark for hidden perhapses

The blue bag of wellness
the red bag of rage
the usual business
of raping the aged
the grasping
the gnawing
the chomp and the fear
our place on the food chain
perfectly clear

I listen to Kitten Caboodle & her Sins of Emission
sing “Big yellow Buddha moon above”
while watching Okra
the Queen of the Talk Show Host Vegetables
come to a boil

Looking for reflection
against darkness
by Would River

Weak water tea

— Smith, 9.10.2011

Wonder who and what Smith wrote that? That’s only two years ago and most of it is a mystery to me, although I do know I was in serious pain 24 / 7 back then due to degenerative hip bone grinding on damaged leg bone and that the word “pain” appeared frequently in my work. Amazing how much life has improved these past four months with my new hip.

I seem these past few days to be in some nether whorl between unknown worlds, neither of which is in focus. I think the Cleveland gray skied lack of sun is a contributing factor. Don’t know where I’m growing, but moving I am. Lady’s and my memoir of my life will be available in a couple months, and next year we’ve got our big February March art show titled Sacred Pulp – Two Dead Smiths, Two Live Smiths. After that, I think it’s time I get back to the Smokey Grey, Private Eye surreal stories, cuz Surreal is my middle name these daze when it’s not Absurd instead.

“Go thee, and suffer less” sez
The Church of Not Quite So Much Pain & Suffering
the Irreverend Smith & his beloved Lady presiding.

Lightning strike – foto by Smith


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