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Archive for January, 2013

Fabric of Reality

Monday, January 28th, 2013

Benevolent little dolls

I’ve been working on these little animal dolls from a book my mom gave me for Christmas. I use some old, meaningful clothing. Not only is it a way of revering nature by adoring the animal form, but it’s a means of processing my past and reformulating it for the future. The first animal I made used material from my grandma’s pants, a little bunny.

Grandma was very particular about her clothing. She would hem it up, give it customizations. She made little splits on the backsides of those pants so that she could easily put boots on underneath. When she died, I got boxes of her clothes.

Grandma and I were close. I’d think of her and the phone would ring and it would be her, lots of times. I do this with lots of people, but particularly her. Mom says Grandma’s fashion sense changed in her last years here-in-the-flesh and the reason was because I came back to the country.

We inspired each other. When I got back, everyone wanted to give me clothes, beautiful clothes. So lots of flowing, colorful skirts, typically matched with a t-shirt or round necked black shirt. And grandma dressed like a little elf with cheerful too-short-for-her-age skorts, skirts, pastel striped shirts and flower patterns.

I am making these little animal dolls with the thought that they will bring good luck to whoever has them, or if the person already has good luck, it will just be a little heap of additional good luck. And it’s also about revering what I’ve been through, revering time, making use of my hands for something. I went to a poetry reading with a doll I was working on and whenever someone had soothing words, words that weren’t upsetting, I stitched the words into the doll. So I’m hoping that it helps secure those good words into the fabric of Reality as well, and secures the caring types of actions that Grandma did (she was such a lovely, loving, appreciative person) into reality as well.

~ Lady


Winter roses 0-3

Monday, January 28th, 2013

A rose by any other name – foto Smith

Red Rose Rising

It’s time
For winter to break
Through fall’s motley wake
The grass withdraws
To let winter pass
The earth holds her breath
Awaits spring rebirth
Nonetheless there’s one
Yet strives to leave winter undone
One rose alone in brave brittle pose
It tries to heed not the hostile skies
Or why it can only die
And waits
Fighting both fates
And clime

As shall I

— Smith, 1965 . . . 2004

One winter rose – foto Smith


The House of Would

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013

Wizard of Odd – foto Smith

The House of Would

Just singing a song walking along
trying to do no harm

Once worshipped at mid-tempo
but temple pace is all out
or not at all

On the deep side of normal
I’m minimal

Lucky to have outlasted myself
I want to whirl fraught with pearl

— Smith, 1.23.2012

Self sealing – foto Smith


Calvin, Zits, Frazz – clone or family?

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2013

Calvin & Hobbes comics by Bill Watterson

Are these three comic page characters the same person?

Because the pre-school Calvin sure looks and acts like teenager Zits who finally matures to cool adult janitor/song writer/bicyclist Frazz.

Zits comic by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman

Frazz comic by Jef Mallett



Monday, January 21st, 2013




Four Lady art

Sunday, January 20th, 2013

bunny by Lady – foto Smith

Lady got a book for Christmas on making stuffed animals and this is her first – a bunny rabbit. Looks pretty cool. The brown material is from her late Grandmother’s pants, so it’s even more special.

Lady bunny – foto Smith

2 Lady pieces together – foto Smith

And lo, they came to a grand wilderness guarded by a great grandeur beneath the moon . . .

Untitled, 9″ x 16″, Lady K, 2012 – foto Smith

Bird Moon, 20″ x 24″, Lady K, 2012 – foto Smith


Sangha Song (the song)

Friday, January 18th, 2013

One-eye 1 – foto Smith

Don’t know how to describe this new Ball & Smith song . . . maybe walkin’ talkin’ blues? Maybe just scaring the children.

Click here to listen: Sangha Song (the song).

Read here for lyrics

Sangha Song (the song)

What the word from there to here?
How the why that gets us there?
Where the walk to stalk the better?
Who the fool to choose this whether?

Bare tree stretches for the moon
Leaves along the land long strewn
Outside door social tomb
Sole hope for favor future womb

I mean well but fumble fall
Try to walk yet often crawl
Mostly though I offer all
Except for part of heart that’s dull

I am my own bad waking joke
Instead of winning I’d rather toke
Inside and out I’m often broke
Yet better try me to invoke

Words wobble well in wry delight
When one-on-one we lobby light
We bring to day some spark of night
To wrestle with our wrong to right

I mean well but crumble call
Try to crow but often crawl
But at least I give my all
Except for part of heart and skull

— Smith, 1.17.2013

Go here for 50-some more Mutant Smith songs: . . . free listen, free download. . , great evidence for the trial.

One-eye 2 – foto Smith


Hi Ho Hiccup

Thursday, January 17th, 2013

Om – foto Smith

Hi Ho Hiccup

As I dream different dreams
on different days
I talk to Reality
and sometimes It answers
laughs, pokes, jokes
kids a bit
maybe bites too hard
cuz it’s Infinite and forgets
how thin our skin in inner rim
so rends or mends by chance
some Heisenberg hiccup
and WHAM
or what the am

— Smith, 1.17.2013

Tunnel light – foto Smith


real kulchur one can afford

Tuesday, January 15th, 2013

front of new NightBallet Press 40-poem chapbook
foto by poet Dianne Borsenik

Here you go, *Hip Cat Femur Whack Give a Doc a Bone* — a 48-page, 40-poem, $5 Smith chapbook published 1.13.13 by NightBallet Press . . . Dianne Borsenik publisher, editor, layout artist & front cover photographer.

A mere 12.5 cents per poem, 10.41 per page . . . real kulchur one can afford, and we ain’t talking yogurt.

48 years of my life with one poem 1965, rest eight year past.

It’s a delight to me because I forgot many of these since I wrote them one night and polished and blogged them next morning, not often re-reading because they were minor notes. Through Dianne’s eyes, they are less minor than I thought.

Anyway, $5 — plus $3 shipping. You can order through NightBallet Press at or their FaceBook page

back of new 40-poem NightBallet Press chapbook
foto by poet Geoffrey Landis



Tuesday, January 15th, 2013

I'm for healthy ecosystems

Written for Reality & Jayce Renner’s Mending Reality project

Healing that is a fountain found in itself, from the material that is itself ruptured. Healing that does not rob anything else to mend itself, rather partners. Healing that is a blossom from itself. Healing that is a lotus blossom that uses the health of the mud without subtracting from the health of the mud and without seeing the mud as something undesirable. Lotus showing off the nutrition of the mud.

Healing that self organizes and cleans up after itself. Healing like life that self organizes and does not cause anything that cannot be used well. Healing that is like a closed ecosystem. Or healing that is like an open ecosystem (what’s that?) with everything trending fairly.

Healing that is like a lizard basking in the sun, the sun happy to provide the light. The sun feeling good providing the light. The cloud cover adequate where it needs to be adequate for various beings. The cloud cover thin enough where it needs to be thin enough for various beings. Everything little in its little niche, or if expansive niche needed, everything little throughout the expanse for a good recipe. Everything big in its niche, too. Even the wolves, even the wolves an indication of health. And the diversity. Predators and diversity, without much suffering.

The unsuffering of the animal who does not have to work long hours for food. The unsuffering of the animal who enjoys working long hours for food. The unsuffering of us. Let us get unsuffered. Let us unsuffer ourselves. Let us sigh off a heavy load. Let the holy spirit blow through our nostrils with something loftier.

All aphorisms taken to extents they are useful in a good ways, and not taken to extents they are not useful in good ways.

Healing that is not vampiric. Healing that is vampiric where that is OK and expected, for instance, vampire bats, animals that might seem sneaky, creepy or cruel, but who have their right to exist and the problem is just our perception. And no vampirism among humans. No vampirism, rather collaboration, community, or hermitude when that is preferred. Vampirism like us eating plants. Vampirism like us breathing air. Vampirism like us breathing out carbon dioxide so plants can be vampires on us for the CO2 but not too much. In other words, not vampirism, but coordination. Coordination that does not involve humans creating wounds remotely. Coordination that does not include humans creating wounds directly. Coordination that does not take a bone from one and put it in another location without the one’s well-considered conscious consent when applicable.

Let us rather than stand strong if the standing strong hurts us, bend and whatever intends to pass through will pass through and it will ease itself and become soothing. Or if the standing strong is good exercise, if the standing strong does not hurt, or if the hurt is medicinal, let us stand strong. Let us know when to stand strong and when to bend.

~ Lady


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