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Smith in The Digital Museum of Modern Art

January 26, 2023 No Comments

Rediscovered 19-yr-old post of my art and poems, partially interactive, on The Digital Museum of Modern Art.

Home page has 6 links:

Poem Cycle – shows a poem with several words high-lighted . . . click and it takes you to same word in different poem with more word-clicks available . . . no idea how many poems involved.

Babblefish Fragments – link no longer works, can’t remember what it did.

Ragnarok ‘n Roll Poem Rock – links to 3 Peter Ball / Smith songs: Teddy Bear, Nipple FX, Sold American . . . with lyrics and art.

17 Poems Bush 666 – red, white, and blue fonted poems for Corporate Amerika and the CheneyBush Beast.

Steve Smith Bio – A Life Spent Tap Dancing On The Edge.

Curator’s Statement – by W. Logan Fry

http://www.dmoma.org/lobby/exhibitions/naked_in_cleveland/exhibition_lobby.html

back when I was almost cool

January 16, 2023 No Comments
back when I was almost cool —

“Agent of Chaos That would be Steven B. Smith, the man behind Cleveland’s cult classic journal ArtCrimes, a limited edition lit/art publication that emerged during the mid eighties. Now you can order up your own at Steven’s agentofchaos website, launching literary outrageousness, entertaining criticism, art slide show, plus 900 pages of collage, mixed media, photography, guest artists and everything your mother warned you about. He has consistently refused to be conditioned by the public, and it’s a good thing; we love his contagion of undiluted underground art / lit / philosophy / abuse.” – – – – – – Cool Cleveland.com 09.10-09.17 2003- Tisha Nemeth, senior editor

another dozen for the shuffle oven . . .

January 11, 2023 No Comments

another dozen for the shuffle oven . . .

280 – Grand Ennui (live) – Michael Nesmith
281 – Bukowski – Modest Mouse
282 – Here Comes Love – Bonnie Raitt
283 – Bright Yellow Gun – Throwing Muses
284 – Strung Out Johnny – Iggy Pop
285 – Get Back – The Beatles
286 – Eat Pray Drugs – Pillbox Patti
287 – Check (reprise) – Aimee Mann
288 – Pink Underwear – Holy Modal Rounders
289 – Elvis Ate America – Passengers
290 – Diamonds and Rust – Judy Collins & Joan Baez
291 – God’s Gonna Cut You Down – Johnny Cash

poems per year past 58 years

January 4, 2023 No Comments

Poems per year past 58 years.

Quantity is no proof of quality, but may be an indication of calling, or stubbornness.

Low output from 1964 through 2008. Things perked up when we returned in 2009 from 33 months of livng in 20 cities in 10 countries on 3 continents.

1970 is zero because I spent 10 1/2 months of it in jail for armed robbery.

Counts jump in 2005 . . . took up with Lady that September.

1964 – 2
1965 – 13
1966 – 6
1967 – 1
1968 – 2
1969 – 1
*1970 – zero
1971 – 3
1972 – 9
1973 – 4
1974 – 3
1975 – 6
*mid-1975 thru late-1985 zero
1985 – 5
1986 – 2
1987 – 4
1988 – 3
1989 – 4
1990 – 3
1991 – 1
1992 – 3
1993 – 3
1994 – 10
1995 – 8
1996 – 2
1997 – 3
*1998 – zero
*1999 – zero
2000 – 1
2001 – 3
2002 – 3
2003 – 15
2004 – 23
2005 – 55
2006 – 29
2007 – 5
2008 – 7
2009 – 22
2010 – 77
2011 – 107
2012 – 94
2013 – 125
2014 – 243
2015 – 294
2016 – 291
2017 – 284
2018 – 220
2019 – 235
2020 – 99
2021 – 244
2022 – 224

word harvest 12.2022

January 2, 2023 No Comments

word harvest 12.2022

2022.12.1 – Sun near down
2022.12.3 – Weather’s getting more extreme
2022.12.4 – Rooster crows night away
2022.12.14 – Weighing would
2022.12.15 – I’m copal
2022.12.17 – Another fine day done
2022.12.19 – One more waiting room
2022.12.20 – A little light lurking
2022.12.21 – Moral of the story
2022.12.26 – Sitting silent in the dark
2022.12.27 – It’s a race

~ ~ ~

Sun near down
light soothing
humidity softening sound
crickets test heat
lightning bugs charge
moths cruise light bars
for mad dash of fire
I creep to sleep
lick my wounds
rewind bind
lose hounds of time
in dream mind
where Magic still abounds
like ancient burial grounds
raining rainbows in curved air
prism all around

~ ~ ~

Weather’s getting more extreme
so are people
guess which one wins

~ ~ ~

Rooster crows night away
rooster crows break of day
rooster crows

~ ~ ~

Weighing would
of could and should
with is

~ ~ ~

I’m copal
she’s frankincense
we sweet smoke rising

~ ~ ~

Another fine day done
began in beauty
no ending disaster

~ ~ ~

One more waiting room
another wait
another weight

~ ~ ~

A little light lurking
in the corner behind the plant
darkness rolling round

My life plan
was: work, hope for success
now: endure until death

Frowning world out there
I smile within
step by day by year by life

Mining the mundane

~ ~ ~

Moral of the story —
there’s beer and wine beauty
and the morning after mirror

~ ~ ~

Sitting silent in the dark
me and the missus
rocking slowly with
the clicking of the clocks
the fireplace flames dancing
the sleeping dog snoring
the black cat shadow
leading us on
into an ever more unknown
of me, my loves, and Eye

~ ~ ~

It’s a race —
I endure
reality wears me down

Eventually
reality wins

~ ~ ~