Rufus Thomas, Bill Haley, Alice Cooper, Flo & Eddie, Tiny Tim, Paul Williams, Meat Beat Manifesto, Alex Patterson

My October feature on Medusa’s Kitchen – 1 long poem written with Lady, 1 haiku-ish, 10 fotos.

“Smith sends us his ode to his interview career, full of his usual bump and grind and look-backs into the past—rosy and not-so-rosy—with the help of his fine Lady. Thanks, Smith and Lady; you two kids keep ‘em coming! (And thanks for the pre-Halloween visions of yourself, Steven! Spooooky!)” – Kathy Kieth, editor/publisher Medusa’s Kitchen/Rattlesnake Press.

My adventures with Rufus Thomas, Bill Haley, Alice Cooper, Flo & Eddie of The Turtles, Tiny Tim, Paul Williams, Jack Dangers & Meat Beat Manifesto, and Alex Patterson of Orb – 1964-1997

online tap water quality check by zipcode

Cleveland tap water quality test results for the Tremont neighborhood per the (Environmental Working Group) website.

Bromodichloromethane exceeds the standard by 125 times
(cancer causing)

Chloroform exceeds the standard by 30 times
(cancer causing)

Chromium (hexavalent) exceeds the standard by 5.1 times
(cancer causing)

Dibromochloromethane exceeds the standard by 36 times
(cancer causing)

Dichloroacetic acid exceeds the standard by 12 times
(cancer causing)

Nitrate exceeds the standard by 2.5 times
(cancer causing) *

Nitrate & nitrite exceed the standard by 7.3 times
(cancer causing) *

Total trihalomethanes (TTHMs) exceed the standard by 157 times
(cancer causing)

Trichloroacetic acid exceed the standard by 11 times
(cancer causing)

Go here and type in your zipcode to find your neighborhood’s ratings

* don’t know why they have Nitrate and Nitrate & Nitrite as 2 catagories

Lady’s latest – Rage


We’ve titillated ourselves with our absolutism
as contrary as a self-mutilating Texas Chainsaw Massacre
creep zapping and eating his own scalp skin, fingers in the chili
It’s all of us, it’s some of us, it’s raw, raw, raw.

It’s enough when the lint and the dimes in the pockets
yield no dividends, no fountain of generous obliviousness,
it’s enough when the water is yellow and smells funny,
when your parents did not have enough money to fix you
and you do not have enough money to have kids to fix
and kids are in the prison of disregard – and in prisons
it’s enough to flip the burger
of a mind to something that can crank, crank this
into better shape, please, that mind burger. Eat it with
some red leaf lettuce, raw onions, local cheese. Fuck
the pink slime. Fuck the Russians, fuck my hate I want
to mash it with a morter and pestle.
I want to unfuck this fuckedness with big fat fists,
hope the saying of it is a cauterization and catharsis,
hope hope hope.

– Lady, 10.20.2019

66 Basho talked to me

66 Basho from The Complete Haiku
translated, anointed, introduction by Jane Reichhold
Kodansha USA 2008 – original artwork by Shiro Tsujimura
Basho 1644-1694

Inside the temple
visitors cannot know
cherries are blooming

(36 of 1012, 1670)


Tomorrow the rice dumpling
will be just dead reed leaves
with a dream

(76 of 1012, 1677)


Scudding clouds
as a dog pisses while running
scattered winter showers

(86 of 1012, 1677)


On a bare branch
a crow settled down
autumn evening

(120 of 1012, 1680)


Dew on roses
the rapeseed flowers’ faces
become envious

(132 of 1012, 1681?)


The crane’s legs
have gotten shorter
with the spring rain

(136 of 1012, 1681)


Fully in darkness
grabbing a thorn
instead of a firefly

(137 of 1012, 1681)


Old pond
a frog jumps into
the sound of water

(152 of 1012, 1681-82)


Dew drips drips
wanting to rinse away
the dust of this world

(206 of 1012, 1684?)


Even a long day
is not enough for the singing
of a skylark

(304 of 1012, 1687)


In the middle of a field
with nothing to cling to
a skylark sings

(305 of 1012, 1687)


A peasant’s child
stops hulling rice
gazes at the moon

(314 of 1012, 1687)


Winter sun
frozen on horseback
the priest’s shadow

(332 of 1012, 1687)


On snow and sand
you can fall off a horse
drunk on wine

(334 of 1012, 1687)


First celebrate
the flowers in your heart
confined in winter

(341 of 1012, 1687)


With young leaves
I would like to wipe away
the tears in your eyes

(396 of 1012, 1688)


Early autumn
the sea and rice fields
one green

(443 of 1012, 1688)


Various grasses
each flower
an achievement

(444 of 1012, 1688)


Travel weary
how many days of this?
autumn wind

(447 of 1012, 1688)


Seeing someone off
his back looks lonely
in the autumn wind

(448 of 1012, 1688)


Spring departing
birds cry and in the fishes’
eyes are tears

(497 of 1012, 1689)


Heat threads
tie together
to hold the smoke

(498 of 1012, 1689)


How glorious
young green leaves
flash in the sun

(502 of 1012, 1689)


Fleas and lice
now a horse pisses
by my pillow

(531 of 1012, 1689)


Not permitted to tell
how sleeves are wetted
in the bathroom

(548 of 1012, 1689)


Small flower scraps
small red-beauty shells
small wine cups

(597 of 1012, 1689)


A clam
torn from its shell
departing autumn

(600 of 1012, 1689)


First winter rain
even the monkey seems to want
a little straw raincoat

(613 of 1012, 1689)


Not yet a butterfly
even as autumn passes
the caterpillar

(614 of 1012, 1689)


Winter garden
the moon and insects’ song
a thin thread

(616 of 1012, 1689)


Now children
come run among jewels

(619 of 1012, 1689)


Butterfly wings
how many times have they flown
over the wall’s roof

(637 of 1012, 1690)


Day break
not yet lavender
the cuckoo

(645 of 1012, 1690)


Missing a wife
putting on bamboo grass

(647 of 1012, 1690)


Don’t be like me
even though we’re like the melon
split in two

(659 of 1012, 1690)


A dragonfly
unable to settle
on the grass

(660 of 1012, 1690)


A wild bore
it is also blown about
by the typhoon

(661 of 1012, 1690)


At my house
the smallest of the mosquitoes
is my treat

(662 of 1012, 1690)


Soon to die
yet showing no sign
the cicada’s voice

(663 of 1012, 1690)


Drinking morning tea
the monk is quiet
as is the mum flower

(678 of 1012, 1690)


With lightning
one is not enlightened
how valuable

(685 of 1012, 1690)


Building a bridge
between snow-covered mountains
white egrets

(695 of 1012, 1690)


Year after year
the cherry tree nourished by
fallen blossoms

(709 of 1012, 1691)


Summer rain
where the poem card peeled off
a mark on the wall

(716 of 1012, 1691)


For a while
flowers are above
the night’s moon

(719 of 1012, 1691)


hung on a nail
a cricket

(738 of 1012, 1691)


The hawk’s eye
already it has darkened
the quail call

(752 of 1012, 1691)


Feeling holy
the leaves that stain
fallen leaves

(762 of 1012, 1691)


Memorial Service
five gallons of sake
like oil

(808 of 1012, 1692)


Year after year
the monkey wearing
a monkey mask

(816 of 1012, 1693)


Ice fish
their dark eyes are open
in the net of the law

(822 of 1012, 1693)


Baby sparrows
exchange voices with
rats in the nest

(891 of 1012, 1694)


Life’s journey
plowing the patch of rice field
back and forth

(934 of 1012, 1694)


Flowers and fruit
at the same time melons
at their peak

(941 of 1012, 1694)


exactly as a pine in the fields
the shape of a branch

(944 of 1012, 1694)


Pine and cedar
to admire the wind
smell the sound

(963 of 1012, 1694)


Rippling waves
the fragrance of wind
in their rhythm

(964 of 1012, 1694)


My dwelling
the moon’s square of light
at the window

(980 of 1012, 1694)


Under a clear moon
the foothills’ mist
is the field’s cloud

(982 of 1012, 1694)


The color of wind
planted artlessly
in an autumn garden

(985 of 1012, 1694)


A cricket
does it get into the bed of
a wild boar

(998 of 1012, 1694)


How pleasurable
sleeping late in autumn
as if master of the house

(999 of 1012, 1694)


Autumn night
dashed to bits
by conversation

(1004 of 1012, 1694)


This road
that no one goes on
autumn’s departure

(1006 of 1012, 1694)


Ill on a journey
dreams in a withered field
wander around

(1011 of 1012, 1694)


Clear cascade
scattered on the waves
green pine needles

(1012 of 1012, 1694)

Lady’s latest

A few shots of Lady’s latest art piece… some in process, some done.

Zazzy Sadie, 2019, Lady, 26″ x 30″ x 6″

Octopus, lips, labia are air-dried clay, blues and greens are copper corrosion.  Title chosen by on-line random-number generator.

She did this atop an 1997 failed piece of mine. She’s taken 5 of my long dead pieces, torn stuff off, added a bunch more, going directions and giving dimensions I’d never thought of.