Fear & Love in Los Cleveland
20″ x 14″ x 4″, 2010, Smith
A few shots of “Fear & Love in Los Cleveland” from 2010 I did for a Shawn Mishk show at Doubting Thomas Gallery.
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Could be turning this into a song; friend sez he can write some 12-bar blues for it. So, somewhere down the timeline…
Slow Talkin’ Blues
Well I talk to myself
I answer too
yes I talk to myself
and answer too
no one understands
why I do what I do
Moon up high
covers cold cold ground
yes moon up sky
casts no warmth down
if I don’t talk to myself
won’t be no sound
It’s said the Devil’s tongue
packs a wicked wit
while an angel’s wings
don’t always fit
some further heaven
some feather pit
Folk yak at me
their words got no life
folk flap their if
make whole buncha strife
so I gotta ask
why you spout such tripe?
You got a mouth
even a mom won’t kiss
your crap smothers
all kinds of bliss
why you wanna
muck around like this?
I gotta say
things aint quite right
too many stray
in lack of light
yet you say go way
tend my own blight
If I don’t talk
there ain’t no sound
just endless walk
round this nowhere ground
but when I do
I sound like a clown
– Smith, 10.4.2017
Fear & Love in Los Cleveland
20″ x 14″ x 4″, 2010, Smith