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Archive for January, 2012

Mom Pop Shop

Thursday, January 19th, 2012

Offworld by Lady K, 20″ x 30″ – foto Smith

Mom Pop Shop

This this is where I am
the dead are dead
their just desserts undelivered
and regret a nasty beast
with no heart to pierce with truth

— Smith, 1.18.2012

Mother Night, 10″ x 14″ – assemblage & foto Smith


Bye Buy Blues

Tuesday, January 17th, 2012

Paper Work by Mother Dwarf, 2003, 9″ x 13″ – foto Smith

This is why I like to recite poetry to music.
Bye Buy (from 2005) >

The obscure final four lines refer to:

1) – Tantalus thirsty and hungry standing trapped chest deep in a lake in hell with low-hanging grapes over his head — every time he reaches for the grapes they rise out of reach; each time he bends down to drink from the lake it lowers out of reach.

2) – Sisyphus eternally rolling the same rock up the same hill over and over forever.

3) – Dirt burning = Hell soil.

Bye Buy

The Man keeps knocking
Down my front door
Wants to sell me some
Sorta social spore
Says grits & groceries
Ain’t enough
In the modern life
You need much more stuff
Made me want to crow
And flap my thing
Chase the hole
Outside wedding ring
So I cut my hair
De-furred my face
Gave the Man a chance
To show a better place
Where the air was clear
The water free
The fair folk there
Accepting me
But when they pursed my lips
To kiss an ugly place
The Man above unzipped below
I said sorry sir I gotta go
Get out of my face
You can keep your fairs
Your free fatted Fraus
The lure of your lair
Is lacking in now
I’ll take the stair
It’s quicker somehow
Cleaner too
Thanks to no you
You can unstab my back
Cuz you’ll need your knife
Rat back to the pack
That leads your life
It’s hit the road Jack
Be ass & back
Or tap tap taps brutal bell
I bye buy’s black burden
I lay down your load
You ain’t no at
For this gone cat
As for is
You’re due your due
You can go to Hell
Be your own fondue
Drink dropping lake
Eat rising grape
Work rolling rock returning
Dirt burning

— Smith, 2005

More musical stuff at

My Fair Lady, 1996, 15″ x 12″ – collage & fotos Smith


2 Dead Smiths, 2 Live Smiths

Monday, January 16th, 2012

1999 by Lady K – foto Smith

For a 10-foto preview (with BIG fotos) of our February/March 4-Smiths family art show, check out the gallery’s blog:

4th Dimensional Family Art Show
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

Poetry reading Saturday March 3rd 2-4pm
Kate Sopko, Cavana Faithwalker, Lady K & Smith
Plus music and open mic

Show will include two Tremont Friday Art Walk openings on
February 10 & March 9, 2012
Plus March 3 poetry reading

Trapped by Mother Dwarf – foto Smith

The Good Ship Alas by Cat – foto Smith

Vampires on the Beach by Smith – foto Smith


Yesterday wine

Sunday, January 15th, 2012

Yesterday wine – foto Smith


Wheel Deal

Friday, January 13th, 2012

Spill center – foto Smith

Wheel Deal

There’s something wrong with this world
I mean I wash the dishes
and more dirty dishes appear
I clean the cat box
of clayed shit and clumped piss
and more’s magically there
every day I defecate
yet defecate the next
dedicated to rerelease I guess
I eat in morning
noon evening in-between
again and again
I drink water piss it out drink it in
again and again
in never ending script
get up
run the rat wheel
walk the rat wheel
sit the rat wheel
be the rat wheel
resolve to better
revolve to fail
it gets cold I put on sweater
it gets hot I put on sweat
is there a seek in cycle
or learning in loop
something actually done
or are they just waiting for me to see the light
I’ve already seen in previous scene
done played
is this but screen test
or something real
I mean what’s the deal?

— Smith, 1.13.2012

What gives? – foto by Smith
of art by Bruno Casiano in Brandt Gallery 12.2011


9 poem Smith broadside from Green Panda Press

Thursday, January 12th, 2012

Broadside of Smith from Green Panda Press – foto by Bree

New Smith broadside with 9 poems from Green Panda Press.

Steven B. Smith
Chairman of the Bored
9 poems selected from those read by Smith at Bela Dubby 12/15/11
art by Smith & Lady
folded double-sided broadside
50 copies made
(40 copies). $4.00 (Shipping free in U.S.)

Printed by poet/publisher Bree’s Green Panda Press

The 9 poems are:
Chairman of the Bored – 12.5.2011
One-more Smith – 7.2.2011
My Children of the Me – 8.20.2011
A Crooked Man – 9.20.2011
Tried & Traveled – 4.17.2011
Dear Occupants, Accidents & Occidentals – 2003
Lullaby for One-Eye – 11.16.2011
Charity – 7.9.2011
Mexico Way – 8.8.2011

9 graphics included, 2 by Lady, 7 by Smith

Dark matter Smith – foto Smith


Trojan pony

Wednesday, January 11th, 2012

May I fondle your chest? – foto Smith

Soaking in hot bath mind drifting dazed when cell fone rangle ring rends rest and reverie so say hello to a marvelously chipper young woman who happily says she is my own personal customer representative from Verizon Wireless and she’s just checking in to make sure I’m happy with their service.

“Yes ma’am I am” I reply, then wait for her sales pitch, because I’ve lived enough to know corporations don’t pay employees to call me to see if I’m happy; . . . no, these ‘courtesy’ calls are Trojan horses hiding their schemes for more of my money.

“Is your battery okay?” She chirps.
“Battery’s fine,” I smile into the fone, wondering if perhaps they’ve an exploding battery problem I should know about since I’m lying naked in a tub of water.

“How about your reception?” she trills.
“Reception’s okay,” I say, awaiting her segue to sales.

“Well, I’m here to make sure you’re satisfied, and it seems you are . . and looking over your account I see everything is in order . . .” slight puzzled pause “. . . but . . .” another pause “. . . I do see you’re eligible for an upgrade.” She brightens. “Would you like me to help you with that?”

I have a dumb fone — no camera even. The oldest worst fone they could offer would be a major upgrade, but I don’t like to talk on fones to begin with, or much off fones for that matter. 99% of the time I pick up my fone it’s to see what time it is.

“No,” I laugh, “but you might want to call my wife who has one of your Borg things she uses for work,” and return to my swamp water and warm limbic brain, wondering how to keep these outer world people out of my inner world bath time.

Brain Dance

In times of crossing
the motley wake, withdraw

Attending birth oldest force
however stained

Breath as passage is passage pink
falling leave

Put down fragile, the why awaiting
therefore I

That although the passage slow
the life a lie

To wit await the passing gate
eye and I

Covered wing, mean of man
need cleaning

— Smith, 2004

Wake up and dream – foto Smith


Fertile Lies

Tuesday, January 10th, 2012

Red lip love – foto Smith

Fertile Lies

Small particles of truth lace love’s lies

Peeping one-eyed cat’s seafood stores
Mount used two love carnivore rides
cast past sated loss

Self to self slip service schemes for the day
Emasculation Mama stiff with semen
Screams dreams porta piss shit machine
Message me to mine

Bile regenerative truth du jour:
 loving spoonful’s
 pearl jam
 to my hole

— Smith, 1995

I have four sexually-oriented rock band names at the end of this old poem: Lovin’ Spoonful, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Hole . . . plus the peeping one-eyed cat (penis) and the seafood store (vagina) are from Elvis the Pelvis’ version of Shake Rattle and Roll (1956).

Loving spoonful is slang for average amount of male ejaculation
Pearl jam is slang for the translucent sheen of semen
Nirvana can be bliss in sexual experience
and Hole is rather obvious.

Teleportation station – foto Smith

Teleporting – foto Smith

Slipstream – foto Smith


Dead Elvis 2012

Monday, January 9th, 2012

Elvis in Krakow Poland 2006 – foto Smith

Elvis Presley was 77 yesterday. That means I’m 2 months shy of 66. Think I’m doing much better than he is, except financially, and name recognition of course. Although who knows; maybe it’s much nicer on the other side. But is Elvis Elvis on the other side, or just an anonymous energy flow? At least Smith is still Smith on this side, however good or bad that may be.

Elvis is 77 and he died in 77. Alive 42 years, dead 35 years, makes around 55 million dollars each year he’s dead. Smith’s alive nigh 66 years, dead zero years, makes around $55 million a year less than Elvis.

Death can be a great career move. Here are the earnings by the top 15 dead from 10-2010 thru 10-2011 according to Forbes, the people who count dead people’s money.

01 – Michael Jackson – $170 million – musician – died 2009 age 50 drugs
02 – Elvis Presley – $55 million – singer, actor – died 1977 age 42 drugs
03 – Marilyn Monroe – $27 million – actress – died 1962 age 36 drugs
04 – Charles Shultz – $35 million – cartoonist – died 2000 age 77 cancer
05 – John Lennon – $12 million – musician – died 1980 age 40 murder
05 – Elizabeth Taylor – $12 million – actress – died 2011 age 70 heart failure
07 – Albert Einstein – $10 million – scientist – died 1955 age 76 natural causes
08 – Dr. Seuss – $9 million – author – died 2001 age 87 natural causes
09 – Jimi Hendrix – $7 million – musician – died 1970 age 27 drugs
09 – Stieg Larsson – $7 million – author – died 2004 age 50 heart attack
09 – Steve McQueen – $7 million, actor – died 1980 age 50 from surgery
09 – Richard Rodgers – $7 million – song writer, died 1979 age 77 chronic illness
13 – George Harrison – $6 million – musician – died 2001 age 58 cancer
13 – Betty Page – $6 million – stripper, nude model – died 2008 age 85 natural causes
13 – Andy Warhol – $6 million – artist – died 1987 age 58 from surgery

Elvis fotos & collages by Smith


I’m for Falling

Saturday, January 7th, 2012

Foreplay – foto Smith

I’m For Falling

Whining want weeps
Its winning way
From fool tool TV
Via too much tit
And botoxed brain
Showing shallow twits
In xeroxed pain
Damn little give
Whole lotta take
Turning from sun
To burning lake

I’m for falling
Falling down
Falling through air
Calling cloud
Free from err
Free from want
From wanting more
Free of lust
Of money whore
Free to trust
The ever more

— Smith, 2005

Calmed in some degree – foto Smith


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