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...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )
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Archive for November, 2016
Sunday, November 27th, 2016
spring will come again
10,000 used books must go by December 31 2016
$3 hardbacks
$2 large paperbacks
$1 small paperbacks
(sets and a few scarce items more)
Open Wednesday through Saturday 11am-3pm through the end of December 2016.
2716 West 14th St, Cleveland, OH (Tremont) in the basement of the 148 yr-old Zion Church
Saturday December 17 at noon, Lady K (aka Kathy Smith) will be hosting her annual Winter Solstice Poetry Reading and Potluck there as well. Everyone welcome, open mic, no sign-up, no featured readers, just read if and when you feel.
Michael O’Brien’s Scriptoria Books has until the end of the year to sell his amazing inventory of used books because they’re turning the fine old-world stone church into apartments and condos for the well to do.
Fantastic books, incredibly inexpensive – the perfect Christmas gift.
You can check his Craig’s List ad under CLEVELAND and BOOKS for later information.
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Philosophy 117
Life’s a beach
and then you dive
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Philosophy 118
Gotta re-leave myself
too much money bizness
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Philosophy 119
Flesh is such sorrow
from worm would to mold
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Philosophy 120
Six layers in search of a surface
lost & profound
Spirit up, bone down
the dance since chance began
Soul high, flesh low
all run by remote control
We start inside
don’t end outside
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Philosophy 121
Just like Sisyphus
it’s endless
– Smith 11.27.2016
spring from winter
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Saturday, November 26th, 2016
This is my 12th month featuring in Medusa’s Kitchen… 9 poems, 9 fotos, 1 song.
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/11/bring-back-snake.html
As usual, editor/publisher Kathy Kieth’s layout is superb. I’m grateful for her generosity.
Now to continue month by month into the unforeseeable future.
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Philosophy 113
Free will ain’t free
more fee will if you please
when you don’t bow down on knees
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Philosophy 114
Philosophy is song sung of soul and self
to restock the shelf
A few hints to focus flow
help shoulder the burden of go
Every moment has 360 degrees of exit
but when is best to flex it?
Can’t stay past, future ain’t here
then don’t last, when not near
Don’t run the wheel
repeal the deal
Past talk shapes tomorrow’s lips
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Philosophy 115
As the child is father to the man
we are mother to our darkness
give birth to our own sin
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Philosophy 116
Gettin’ weary but ain’t givin’ up
this burden on back busting my nut
keep sloggin’ thru muck
hopin’ for luck
but fuck
can’t quit cuz no consolation prize
unless reward is giving up lies
otherwise work till you die
in this worship of why
– Smith, 11.26.2016
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Thursday, November 24th, 2016
Philosophy 109
It ain’t what it iz
or iz what it ain’t
just iz what it iz
– Smith, 11.24.2016
Philosophy 110
Anger as seasoning is okay
but for main course it’s poison
– Smith, 11.24.2016
Philosophy 111
Arranged relationships
prudent marriages
sacred lies
We go from room to room
testing the precepts
touching the tiles
– Smith, 11.24.2016
Philosophy 112
Seeking new path chanting old chant
working the koans for better chance
Wake up ten, wear down to one
go back to bed, recycle again
Flow from dream to fog of wake
mind schemes, body aches
Been here before, be here again
won’t know the score until it all ends
– Smith, 11.24.2016
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Tuesday, November 22nd, 2016
Philosophy 108
I follow the streetlights into the night
light… dark… light… dark…
like my life
– Smith, 11.22.2016
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Saturday, November 19th, 2016
mindspark
Philosophy 107
I wash dirty dishes
dirty dishes grow again
do soiled laundry
yet soiled clothes reappear
Go to sleep and wake
then sleep again again to wake
eat, and hunger grows
empty poop, and poop renews
stumble road fumbling load
looking for the answers
see faster slower prancers
hacking Mobius track
no answer sheets needs meet
this Sisyphus repeat
– Smith, 11.19.2016
rise over run
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Friday, November 18th, 2016
Philosophy 106
Went looking for answers
but no answers came
till knowing no answer
was name of the game
– Smith, 11.18.2016
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Thursday, November 17th, 2016
Philosophy 105
Dark before day
eased by the sun
Dark after dawn
lasts all day long
We spin away yesterday
turn to tomorrow
– Smith, 11.17.2016
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Wednesday, November 16th, 2016
Philosophy 104
There’s God
or there’s not God
There’s good and bad
but it usually doesn’t know
We exist and have free will
or are programmed in pre-premise
It comes down to this
and all its pretty promise
– Smith, 11.16.2016
I’m a solid 70, yet still don’t have much in common with this poem of Charles Bukowski’s about being 70 which I published 25 years ago in Artcriimes #11.
somebody else
a hangover at 70
seems somewhat worse,
of course,
than one at
35,
but considering
most other things
I feel about the
same,
my strengths, my
ideals, my
confusions
remain
similar.
it is only when
say
I am walking
along
and I see my
reflection
in a
plate glass
window
that I wonder,
who is
that?
that thing
there.
that old fart.
disgusting.
– Charles Bukowski, 1991, from ArtCrimes #11: Eat at Eternity’s
For 4 more 1991 Bukowski poems, check out this blog from from 2009 –
5 bukowski
… I’ve googled the poems and can’t find them anywhere else, so I may have a publishing exclusive.
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Saturday, November 12th, 2016
Status Report 246
Scrub tub
fill with water too hot for skin
ease in
lean back to pain pleasure
of wet heat engulfing body
roomful of steam muffling sound
reality in-bound
when scritch scritch scritch
in litter box
four feet away
sneaks into mind
followed by foul stench
of cat’s upset stomach defecation
filling room
ending perfect pleasure
and the medit of my ation
as I rise
to deal with fresh shit
flashing on the dump Trump
done on our Presidential election
– Smith, 11.12.2016
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Wednesday, November 9th, 2016
Donald Trump – Cancer-in-Chief
Hail to the Heil
Wow!!!
we elected
as President
of the U. S. A.
an accused child rapist
a man who mocks the handicapped
a man who denies what he was filmed saying
an admitted sexual predator
a multiple bankrupter
a follower of fascists
a bad businessman
a known con man
a serial adulterer
a denier of debt
a tax cheater
a xenophobe
a braggart
a racist
a bully
a liar
a loser we lose with
and fool tool of Satan
Need to go out and find me some heroin
so I can turn my life off while he’s on
wonder what four years worth costs?
Hail to the Sexual Predator-in-Chief
Hail to the Child Rapist-in-Chief
Hail to the Tax Cheater-in-Chief
Hail to the Racist-in-Chief
Hail to the Hater-in-Chief
Hail to the Liar-in-Chief
Heil President Trump
hell Chump-in-Chief
– Smith, 11.9.2016
Loser-in-Chief
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