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oddlot A.I. shuffle

Friday, April 16th, 2021

oddlot A.I. shuffle

O Money – The Mekons
God Is God – Juno Reactor
Trailer Trash – carolesdaughter
Blood Makes Noise – Suzanne Vega
Said & The Ants – David Byrne
Misterioso – Thelonious Monk
Busted Up – The Replacements
The Valley of the Pagans – Gorillaz with Beck
Mexican Radio – Wall Of Voodoo
The Cross-Atlantic Antics of Madame Souza – Laura Jurd
Don’t Fucking Tell Me What To Do – Robyn
Zombieland – T Bone Burnett
Zu Zu man – Dr. John

 

shuffle on

Sunday, April 4th, 2021

quite rewarding A.I. shuffle run

Boxes of Armageddon – The Residents
Flower – Liz Phair
Combing My Hair in a Brand New Style – Jim White
Walk Like An Egyptian – The Bangles
Devil and Jesus – Eric Burdon
Get Back (Black, Brown, White) – Big Bill Broonzy
Strange Girl – Laura Marling
Beezlebub – Beats Antique with Les Claypool
Jazz Police – Leonard Cohen
Glueland – Do Nothing
I Ate Lucy – Critters Buggin
Bywater Bhangra (Improv #1) – The Dead Kenny G’s
Egyptian Solution – XTC
Caravan – Thelonious Monk

 

a.i. shuffle run

Thursday, April 1st, 2021

… interesting A.I. shuffle run …

Sex With Your Parents – Lou Reed
A Beaten Dog Beneath The Hail – The Grassy Knoll
Kill Your Mama – Alicia Keyes
Into the White – Pixies
What’s Done Is Done – Jack White
Dizzy Dizzy – Can
My Medicine – Snoop Dogg
Nasty Gnostic – Critters Buggin
Jail Bait – Andre Williams
Raised On Robbery – Joni Mitchell
I Am Electro – Meat Beat Manifesto
Tabla and the Beat – Drumspyder

 

Seeking Sync of Soul

Monday, February 15th, 2021

Here’s “Seeking in Sync of Soul,” last month’s feature on Medusa’s Kitchen — nine art fotos, eight 3-liners, one 4-liner.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2021/01/seeking-in-sync-of-soul.html

This month’s coming feature (I get the 3rd Thursday of the month) will be 3 Russell Vidrick poems, 3 Lady, 3 me.

Think next month I’ll do Jim Lang, Wendy Shaffer, me.

Thanks to publisher/editor Kathy Kieth for her generosity and magic eye for flow.

 

36 Smith mutilated Trumps showing inner ugly outly

Sunday, February 14th, 2021

Beauty may be shallow, but inner ugly all is.

Here are my Trump unmaskings from 2020-21 so far in alphabetical order
































 

Thyme & Tyde, Again

Wednesday, February 10th, 2021

Lady is furnishing our new house (140 years old) with used items from Craigslist and Facebook’s market place because she tries to help the planet by buying repurposed rather than new. Got a great hand-painted antique Asian black chest with raised porceline or plastic figures for $35, several wood rocking chairs at $35 each, a carved wood and marble table for $50, a $10 metal owl lamp, etc.

Then she tried to replace her grandfather clock which she gave away when we left the U.S. in 2006 to live in 10 countries on 3 continets for 31 months.

She agreed to buy one. We went to the bank for the money, and started the hour drive to pick it up when we got a call from the husband saying his wife was mistaken, it wasn’t for sale. (Still wonder what was going on there… the wife perhaps trying to sell the husband’s clock behind his back).

Week later she tried another ad, and as we were getting ready to leave, the guy called and said he’d changed his mind.

Found a third one. Got the money, drove over, were let in by a young man who explained it was his grandmother’s clock. Lady glanced around at the art on the walls, and told the dude, “You probably don’t remember me, but we’re related.” Turns out they’re cousins.

The art was by Sandy Pollack, her grandmother’s brother. He’d died a decade ago, and his wife Miriam and their daughter had just died from the Covid-19 plague a few hours apart.

They started chatting about old family reunions, and he gave her two of Sandy’s owl paintings.

I’m thinking Reality jinxed the first two clocks so Lady could buy her grand aunt’s clock to keep in the family.

Reminded me of Croatia in 2005 when we decided to walk into town to rent bikes. As we passed a walled house on the dirt road, two dogs started barking enthusiastically at us, then the big black dog jumped on top of the wall while the little dashed underneath, and they both rushed us. Fortunately they were friendly, just wanted to be with us, and they followed us to town. But they were too enthusiastic, all over the place, in and out of the highway, causing problems, so we had to turn back. When we got home bikeless, we found our hosts had left two bikes for us. The dogs, which we named Thumper and Bambi, came by daily to play with us for the rest of our 3 month stay.

Once again Reality stopped us from doing something because it was already done.

Reality 2, Lady&I 2.


 

Tinfoil Dresses, Winter 2021

Sunday, January 31st, 2021

Gots bunches of stuff to post… have for awhile, but lack ego energy to do so. Maybe dribble it out in bits.

Dribble 1:

Heather Ann Shepard posted her Winter 2021 issue of Tin Foil Dresses featuring poems and art by c.m. brooks, Marc Mannheimer, Heather Ann Shepard, Kathy Ireland Smith, Steven B. Smith, Antonio Vallone, Russell Vidrick.

Check it out –

Winter 2021

(click on Heather’s owl pic to read)

 

Lady’s cat house

Tuesday, January 12th, 2021

Christmas day was a bitter cold snow storm, and Doug, the free-range neighborhood cat, let us know he might be willing to move inside with us, which no can be done due to our own cat and dog and the fact that a feral cat would spray our place with cat piss to mark his territory.

So Lady spent a couple hours creating a Doug house for him. Took duct tape, a large cardboard box, put insulating cardboard forms under it to get it off the cold wood, added bubble wrap, wrapped it all in plastic sheeting, and added a wool blanket.

Took it out, showed Doug, he put his head in the front slot to inspect her work, then climbed in and spent the next two days of freezing temperatures in it. I’d put bowls of catfood in the box for him.

Don’t know if he’s still using it or not, but it was a right fine Christmas gift that may have saved him… and definitely eased my guilt of leaving a life form out in the freeze.

So Lady’s cat house was gift to cat, her, and me.

(quickly stopped leaving catfood out for him because it was attracking the mange-crazed coyote)





 

wordwork

Sunday, December 13th, 2020

Writing more since Trump lost.
He did lessen quality of life.

2020.12.10 – With plague
2020.12.11 – Flayed Minion
2020.12.12 – Conversation with Wife 52
2020.12.12 – The mouth breathers
2020.12.13 – There’s night
2020.12.13 – Sun gone, lights off
2020.12.13 – Last warm night of year

~ ~ ~

With plague
even the well intentioned
bring danger

~ ~ ~

Flayed Minion

Do dead dogs dream of electric meat?
Why is it trick, never treat?

Do rich itch from inner need
or just enjoy watching us bleed?

If space has end, what’s other side?
Will race ever blend till we’re of one mind?

Do prayers work when sang to the skies?
And why hasn’t God replied?

~ ~ ~

Conversation with Wife 52

A billion more people past 8 years.
“Where are they all coming from?”
Vaginas.
“Wow, must be a lot of vaginas.”
Yes especially in China.
“What?”
China vagina.

Think I’ll produce a car called the Slave,
that way we can all be Slave drivers.
“No.”
Make the front half black, back half white.
“That’s racist.”
Yes, a racist car… we can all go to the racists
and watch them circle the problem.
“I wouldn’t post that if I were you.”

~ ~ ~

The mouth breathers
keep telling me
which haiku to read

~ ~ ~

There’s night
there’s day
same coin

My beast within
barely lies below
my caution

Go ahead
starve your inner evil
it eats anyway

Best I can do
is pass the peace
and toke

Make it easier
on others

~ ~ ~

Sun gone, lights off
fire in fireplace
toke time

~ ~ ~

Last warm night of year
sitting by the fire pit
pipe in hand

 

not the 1958 Royal Teens

Thursday, December 10th, 2020

“who likes short shorts…” – The Royal Teens, 1958

2020.12.4 – Between the fire
2020.12.4 – The first to say
2020.12.5 – Lay back in too hot tub
2020.12.7 – Black
2020.12.7 – Shaking the fuzz
2020.12.7 – Silent echoes head
2020.12.7 – I’m not saying Walmart’s checkout is slow
2020.12.7 – Try to feed
2020.12.8 – Needle probing
2020.12.8 – Night’s not darker
2020.12.9 – Cat in lap
2020.12.9 – There’s this and that
2020.12.10 – Dogs lower their heads
2020.12.10 – The plague wind

~ ~ ~

Between the fire
and the forest
lies the flame

~ ~ ~

The first to say
“What’d you think of them apples?”
Was probably the snake in Eden.

~ ~ ~

Lay back in too hot tub
set time machine to one million years pre-being
push button
pull plug

~ ~ ~

Black
before sunrise, drinking coffee
black

~ ~ ~

Shaking the fuzz
heading for buzz
of morning’s first pipe

~ ~ ~

Silent echoes head
heavy holds heart
tiptoeing through dread
collecting the pretty parts

~ ~ ~

I’m not saying Walmart’s checkout is slow
but my green bananas ripened
while I waited

~ ~ ~

Try to feed
a sick cold hungry coyote
but it bolts in fear

~ ~ ~

Night’s not darker
than inside my head
and dawn’s a long way off

~ ~ ~

Cat on lap
rat in White House
I prefer purr

~ ~ ~

There’s this and that
some of the other
whatcha gonna do?

~ ~ ~

Dogs lower their head
wait, watch
cats control

~ ~ ~

The plague wind
brings masks, hand sanitizer
fear of fellow

 

 
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