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6 foto collages by Lady

Wednesday, November 6th, 2019

Foto colages Lady made in Croatia, 2007, turning me
into famous people – with original fotos.



Nehru & Gandhi


Willie Nelson & Waylon Jennings


Vishnu/Brahma/Shiva


Marcel Duchamp


Jesus


Richard Nixon & Elvis

 

Lady’s latest

Friday, October 18th, 2019

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.







 

storming heaven

Friday, October 4th, 2019












 

Smith – 9 poems, 10 fotos, Medusa’s Kitchen

Saturday, September 28th, 2019

“A big thank-you this morning to Smith from Cleveland (Steven B. Smith) for his musical, mythical land of poetry and his eye-popping visuals. “Cool Cat Copacetic”, for sure!.” – Kathy Kieth, editor/publisher of Medusa’s Kitchen/Rattlesnake Press.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/09/sisyphus-rocks-n-rolls.html

1st foto below waaaay too large to show but I like the distortion… correct sized foto beneath it.

 

 

Smith reading 2019-02-19 at the Art On Madison gallery

Tuesday, September 24th, 2019

Seven month old fone video of my Art on Madison reading 2.19.2019, with guest appearance by Lady, hosted by John Burroughs.

Video volume is inconsistent due to ceiling heater cutting on and off, plus my soft speaking voice, and lack of a microfone – but it gives you a feel for the rhythm of the words. I had to use headfones to listen.

Friends have mentioned the best parts are Lady reading from the memoir at the end of her set, and me ending with mom’s death around the 40 minute mark.

Introduction by John Burroughs — 0 to 3:12
me reciting — 3:13 to 14:35
Lady reading — 14:36 to 27:13
me reading — 27:14 45:53
Q & A — 46:54 51:56

Watching it, there are moments of magic, but I need to be way less laid-back, and to add volume and texture to my vocal delivery… compensate for having part of my voice box removed in the early oughts.

But the words themselves are right fine. And the audience generous.

The two books read from are —

Where Never Was Already Is, 2018, Crisis Chronicles Press, 324 pages 244 poems 29 illustrations, $15
http://ccpress.blogspot.com/2018/04/098Smith.html

and my memoir

Stations of the Lost & Found – a True Tale of Armed Robbery, Stolen Cars, Outsider Art, Mutant Poetry, Underground Publishing, Robbing the Cradle, and Leaving the Country by Smith & Lady, 2012, The City Poetry, 344 pages, $20
https://www.amazon.com/Stations-Lost-Found-Steven-Smith/dp/1477628290

 

face, freely fragmented

Sunday, September 15th, 2019

more freely fractured Smith face
1st 2 Lady:
foxy Lady above
Warhol Lady below






 

old Provost, new Smith

Saturday, September 14th, 2019

Took this foto of a chair not there because Jim Lang frequently quoted “A day without Wittgenstein is a day without a chair” going back maybe 25 years. I never knew he was quoting a Terry Provost poem.

Interestingly, I shot this outside the Negative Space gallery at our monthly reading while Terry was still there – so I took this foto because of him while he was there and me not knowing it was because of him.

Reification

— Terry Provost

A day without Wittgenstein is like a day without
disappearing chairs, without
weaving cloth at an empty loom. Where
the dog fails to talk
to himself.
A day where it neither rains –
nor does-not.

How hot the taxing pursuit
of exactitude. A few millions upon billions of
electron volts exuding the threat
of electrocution, the guillotine-sweat of essence
from some Manhattan Project nuclear pile gone critical
beneath Chicago.

One day a new order of insects shows up
on the front page, as yet
un-named, as yet
un-begging the un-question of its un-filed
family,
genus,
and phylum. As yet both a coelacanth
and not.

Before there were alphabets there were no
spelling errors. Sure,
your pictograph of a wooly mammoth might
have resembled an Erymanthian boar, but the
terrifying, gory, Byzantine abomination of
orthography was as yet a buchstab
in some Phoenician-father’s eye.

Phonetic-Phoenicians everywhere,
and ere the iridescent wing,
a golf course gone to green in Phoenix
has made the snowbird sing.
When plumbing the unknown, the lyric’s a poetic
analgesic for bumps on your noggin.
Contusions acquired where confusing desires ride toboggans
near cobbled-walls where language
ends.

On a day without Wittgenstein
a dangerous virus,
not quite living, seeks
life’s essence,
and not quite understanding, speaks
what it does not quite
know. A petroglyph
a stone’s-throw away from
a glass-shattered house,
putting the sigh in
science, as you cast
bricks from the roof
of your mouth.

 

fluid face fractured fine

Thursday, September 5th, 2019

Discovered the LIQUIFY option in the FotoShop filter box. Results remind me of the old 1980’s days of manipulating Polaroids as they developed… you could move elements around with your fingers, draw on them, wrinkle them to produce spider webs, toast freeze or microwave them as they developed, though you had to be quick and careful with the microwave because metal element in the foto would start sparking.

Here are my 1st 9 tries.

Fun fun fun until Daddy takes my keyboard away.







 

last week’s ego

Saturday, August 24th, 2019

last week’s ego

“It’s time for Smith again (Steven B. Smith), hot on the airwaves (heatwaves!) from Cleveland! And a big thank-you to him for, as usual, waking us up on a Friday with his sharp-edged poems and visuals.” – sez Medusa’s Kitchen editor/publisher Kathy Kieth.

10 fotos 9 poems at Medusa’s Kitchen – http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/08/dark-questionables.html

 

last month’s ego

Friday, August 23rd, 2019

I haven’t blogged my last 2 monthly features on Medusa’s Kitchen. Gonna have to give my ego a shake.

Here’s last month’s, which I particularly enjoyed – 10 fotos, 9 poems (3 of which have audio links).

Per editor/publisher Kathy Kieth – “Thank you, Smith (Steven B. Smith), for your rattlin’ rhythms on this hot Friday in July, rapping to us all the way from Cleveland! Smith’s visuals are always music of their own, too, morphing colors and forms as they lovely-ly do.”

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/07/doing-time.html

 

 
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