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...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )
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Archive for the ‘Art’ Category
Thursday, January 31st, 2019
Lady’s poem for the January RUFUS poetry workshop:
Jussive on the synthronus
with the silkaline hierodules
witwanton skeleton zygotes jazzbo on the basalt
woolward janitrix triaged the rebullition
ophiuran’s blue ball chaconne
the vaporimeter, which
issued copal in the ginnel below a whelky bell
a colation strung and distilled from wack
circumcrescent potter hands
tagmeme divination of the jural
passively watching the paseo
micromoment digits of the monad
– by Lady K
And here’s my 38th consecutive monthly feature on Medusa’s Kitchen thanks to the generosity of publisher/editor Kathy Kieth – the usual 10 fotos, 9 poems.
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/01/hopes-possible.html
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Sunday, January 6th, 2019
My December feature on Medusa’s Kitchen – 9 poems, 10 fotos.
Thanks to editor/publisher Kathy Kieth for the monthly gig. This is month 37.
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/12/unreined-dear.html
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Here are the Lady K & Smith poems (1 each) written for Rufus last month. Rufus is our monthly poetry workshop that’s been going for decades. December’s included host Wendy Shaffer, Jack McGuane, Linda New, Russell Vidrick, Terry Provost, Lady K, and me. Jack’s the oldest at 91 or so, Lady K probably the youngest at 46.
First poem by Lady K.
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Peace like paesano bread, ecphasis,
aegis, sacrament for serenity to hold off
venerers in the zebroid woods who
salt livers and kidneys on the sindon,
cast clean picked flageolets from the inglenook
to the midden, worser natures abluting
xerotic throats with pure
fidicinal zegedines
The beele quains the
glomerate chattering diamond
damned inesculent mechanomorphic lotus!
Fresh kerfed ravelins
are thrown on the compost pile
the worms puzzle it into trichroic castings
gastrolith for the innominate’s neogenesis
Crows dig doggedly
at a nubigenous bandaeau the zumbadors
ushered to garland the pomiferous
virgultum
– Lady K
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Anthropocened
I was born in Dead Leaf Montana
raised near Brown Grass Gone
my momma loved walking the ridges
daddy was the Devil’s son
ate insects in swamp water for dinner
for fun watched roadkill drying in dawn
trying to catch our breath
as pus oozed from corporate spawn
so took what we could from the dying earth
knowing we wouldn’t be here long
– Smith
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Tuesday, December 18th, 2018
I forgot to post my last month’s feature on Medusa’s Kitchen… what’s going on? Where’d my ego go?
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/11/the-sun-always-rises.html
November’s feature was my 36th consecutive month – started December 2015, basically 9 poems and 10 fotos a month. Huge thanks to editor/publisher Kathy Kieth for this gig.
My latest book of poetry – Where Never Was Already Is, 244 poems, 29 collages, 324 pages, $15 – consists of the first 27 months of Medusa.
http://ccpress.blogspot.com/2018/04/098Smith.html
I have a 45 minute reading followed by Q&A coming up on February 19 at the Art on Madison gallery. There is no open mic, just me… although I’ll give 10 minutes to Lady to read our collaborations. Here’s the blurb.
Steven B. Smith published Artcrimes (1986-2006) featuring 517 poets/artists, including Bukowski and Harvey Pekar; per the Plain Dealer: “with the publication of 21 issues of ArtCrimes, Smith has made a vital and indelible mark on this city’s history.” In 2012, his 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” was published by The City. In 2018, Crisis Chronicles Press put out “Where Never Was Already Is” – 244 poems 29 collages over 54 years. He and his wife, Lady K, spent 2006-2009 living in 10 countries on 3 continents recharging their word wells. He’s run from the cops 10 times, got away 9.
Art on Madison, ?14203 Madison Avenue, Lakewood, Ohio, 7pm, February 19, 2019.
My 37th feature will be this Friday… I get the 3rd Friday each month. It’s reassuring to have a monthly outlet.
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Sunday, December 16th, 2018
by Lady K, 20″ x 24″
These are pieces Lady K’s worked on since October.
She has a tendency not to sign, title, or date her pieces (something I found I regretted whenever I did it), but all these except the last are based on sea creatures (tho I see alien genitalia as well), perhaps in the Mariana Trench. Many of the 3-dimensional forms are clay. All the blue is copper corrosion, the orange/brown coming through the blue is rust.
by Lady K, 20″ x 24″
by Lady K, 4″ x 6″ & 6″ x 6″
by Lady K, 8″ x 8″ (work in progress)
by Lady K, 8″ x 8″ (work in progress)
by Lady K, 6″ x 6″ & 8″ x 8″ (works in progress)
by Lady K, 8″ x 8″ (work in progress)
by Lady K, 6″ x 6″ (work in progress)
by Lady K, 19″ x 23″ x 6″
by Lady K, 19″ x 23″ x 6″
by Lady K, 4″ x 6″ & 5″ x 6″
by Lady K, 5″ x 6″
by Lady K, 6″ x 6″
by Lady K, 8″ x 8″ (work in progress)
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Thursday, November 8th, 2018
from A Page of Madness, 1926, Teinosuke Kinugasa director
Watched the 1926 Japanese silent movie “A Page of Madness” – the strangest most amazing depiction of mental illness I’ve seen on film. 30 minutes in, in the middle of an insane melee in the madhouse, the film disappears, turns to grey static with the message: “Oops, Sorry something went wrong. Please close and reopen your browser. Error Code 3000,” so I start over, and 30 minutes after that, Twilightzonesville again with same message. 4 more errors in last 10 minutes. Perfect for a madness movie. And adding to the ambiance, there are no title cards – back then the Japanese hired a narrator to give verbal exposition in each theater – so except for the IMDB plot summary of “A husband picks up a job as a janitor at an insane asylum scheming all the time to be close to and free his wife from the institution where she recently attempted suicide,” its interpretation is up to you.
At one point it looked like the old grieving husband trying to rescue his wife was hitting on a young woman, which did not make any sense, so researched and found it was their daughter.
The film’s first 10 minutes are a masterwork multi-exposure fast-cut montage of insanity. Brilliant. And unpleasant.
The closest I can come in weirdness, style, and intensity is Ingmar Bergman – Personae and Hour of the Wolf.
Powerful flick. Going to seriously miss Filmstruck when it shuts down end of this month.
Madness, madness I say!
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The Starbucks barista asked which scone I wanted. Since the display had a glass top and a ceiling light above it. I held my finger on top and caressed the scone with its shadow. “The one with the shadow finger,” I replied. “Shadow finger?”, she glanced down, saw the shadow stroking the strawberry scone, looked up and broke out laughing.
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Car starts making weird mechno-electroid sounds on Lady’s way to work. At a red light, she turns it off to see if the sound disappears – whereupon the stop light turns green and the car to her left starts through the intersection… and is hit by a turning car. So noise and stop prevented her crashing too – which is good – but noise comes from dying A/C compressor which is $1300 to replace – which is bad. Already had 2-3 expensive repairs past 18 months. Car is an 11 yr-old Prius and we love it, but looks like time to move up the line.
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from A Page of Madness, 1926, Teinosuke Kinugasa director
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Tuesday, October 23rd, 2018
2018.10.15 – Alphaville
2018.10.16 – Ego & the Seven Smiths
2018.10.17 – Status Report 278
2018.10.18 – Lest Ye Be
2018.10.19 – Status Report 279
2018.10.20 – Wingdom Weather
2018.10.21 – Karmic Strip
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Alphaville
What is the privilige of the dead?
– To die no more.
Do you know what turns darkness into light?
– Poetry.
What is your religion?
– I believe in the spontaneity of our conscience.
Those that have not been born, do not cry,
and have no regrets
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Ego & the Seven Smiths
Grumpy, Irritable, Grouchy, Stubborn,
Arrogant, Angry, and Curmudgeon
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Status Report 278
Night yet clings to dark earth
most folk still asleep
the air untainted with their need
but soon sun will rise
and dark dissipate
even if sky is clouded, rainy,
sun will rise
sun always rises
until it doesn’t
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Lest Ye Be
Judge? Analyze?
The book or the cover?
Ya gotta, and you can’t.
You shouldn’t and you do.
But even this is a judgment.
Zen monks saying judgment is bad
is judgment.
Ya gotta cross the street
so you look both ways…
analysis, judgment
until you go
or don’t.
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Status Report 279
Color creeps up sky
shadows rest for coming night
we wake
rise
lay on yesterday’s lies
step stepped steps
set old chairs round used table
looking at anything but each other
everything but ourselves
as we lie in layers
and rot
or not
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Wingdom Weather
We don’t know what we don’t know
and we don’t know what we do
so believe Easter eggs and chocolate
and big debt Christmas crying on the cross
used-car lot asphalts forever
no-service service stations
big box stores
laugh track sitcom lives with no prize
going coming coming going
scarfing down legal lies
forgetting why`
how to fly
or even try
they’re so sly
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Karmic Strip
I used to sail up denial
mile after mile of reprisal
drinking bitter brew
In fact, still do
Weary worry bone deep hurry
running lies up the line
leaping looping time
Worshiping fool
It’s in this niche that
the nose knows
the toes goes
Karma’s after fact
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