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Lady / Book Boy / Cat / Smile

Saturday, October 17th, 2020


detail Book Boy by Lady

2 from Lady this morning, her 1st lines after 5 days in new old house.

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Early Morning Cat Magic

The immediate beckons –
The cat is not watching me
She’s watching the food bowl
down to the floor

We are not alone
in this universe

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Early Morning Particles

I caught myself in bed –
just smiling –
and then I realized it —

“That’s OK, I’ll be grouchy
enough for the two of us,”
says my husband.


bad foto of Book Boy by Lady 17″ x 9″ x 8″

 

dead end brick road, last house on the left

Tuesday, October 6th, 2020


fotoshopped by Lady… she added the barn star, 2nd story shutters, hydrangeas, she, me, and the old dog Marlowe we’re adopting

Last August, Lady asked if we could check out an open house, off of Pearl Road, by the zoo.

When we got to the street, it said DEAD END, and I commented “I like it already” from my poet perspective.

Turned onto the one block street and saw it was brick. Liked it even more.

The house was The Last House On The Left, which is the title of Wes Craven’s 1st film, he of Scream and Nightmare on Elm Street fame… yet another plus.

When I walked into the 140 year-old house, I said “This is it.”

We viewed the house, bid on the house, and signed a contract for the house, all on that Saturday… then spent the next 8 weeks making it real.

We overlook the zoo, and during warm days outside we should be able to hear the lions and tigers and bears, oh my.

It was the only house of the 6 or so we looked at I liked.

 

Lady poem 9.12.2020 – Niello

Tuesday, September 15th, 2020

latest Lady poem

Niello

The flush
tapestry of thinking leaves
hung just so by Henri Rousseau.
The acorn peeks through its
foreskin in peopled prosperity.
The sparrow, aplumb in hormones
slings its song, nourishing rosin
message in sunlight.
The sparrow waddleshakes and bathes
in padded static on the driveway,
a shrine of shallow ripples
on a pointillist radio.
I’m ever on the halfway stretch,
the exigency of a foothold purchase,
pulling fruit through the shadow shape
that floods its faithful containment field,
the torch forwards the apple in its
swaddled pillow of tunnel.
A purring car rafts a bough of freeway
through the whump whump of analog.
The backseat baby’s sated gaze
regards the niello of roadlights streaming
in the liquid night.
Be the light of every flying, bend the knee
on the now of the heart, expect good.
Be baby reaching for the mobile of stars
turning from the ceiling night.

– Lady, 9.12.2020

 

lady pages torn from the past

Friday, August 21st, 2020

Lady writes good stuff, but seldom publishes, or crows, or shows folk.

Some of these poems are from her 2004 double-sided book from editor Bree and her Green Panda Press (turn it over and it’s 10 poems by Charles Potts), while others are 2005-6 poems she taped in for readings.

She has another book on Dianne Borsenik’s Nightballet Press – Firecracker Mandalashttp://nightballetpress.blogspot.com/2012/09/hot-off-pressfirecracker-mandalas-by.html













 

lady scramble

Saturday, May 23rd, 2020

recent Facebook post by Lady:

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Jayce Renner has this great tool for poetry – https://cutuphaha.stackblitz.io/

First two stanza’s mine, third stanza the rearrangement from the tool.

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A little bit of unmooring is a good thing
Letting the rope slacken to enjoy the fern bouncing to the silver spring breeze which beckons like a reminder
of expanses of time like ice cores
filled with childhood oxygen

New green, grackles effing freshly on
the clean palate of a spring bough

is
rope to
of reminder Letting clean enjoy ice breeze oxygen
good the a of the bough
which like expanses a beckons
fern filled green, unmooring a spring
the spring palate of grackles
the cores little time
of on slacken childhood silver effing a like
bit bouncing new to with thing
freshly

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statused Lady

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2020

2 recent Lady statuses on Facebook…
her new poem 4.12.2020, and eye status yesterday.

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I cup you the habit of our automatic mornings
your sidling up to me from the murk of 4 a.m.
your plump warm lips

There’s the essence reconstructed when I’m grounded
from the meta meta meta-ing: I feel you as an animal friend,
a mammal, the surprise of a smile

I’d purchase an inch of your plucky chest flesh
touch my lips to your silk clay skin sprouting
productive bristles of salt and pepper beard

In particular you are a lean-to of a man
a codger, an otter shaking its beard
in the water a duck a bear scratching its back
or sometimes you quicken like a snake
and howl at the dogs
who bite you on the head

Words fall from you like rubble, like skin cells,
your casual casting aside, your
quizzical scratches, natural gravity,
my feel good lazy boy companion

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The doctor who gave me the eye injection yesterday is an understudy of my doc. He’s a bit unsure of himself and also did not give me numbing swabs (which help a lot) initially. He gave me two numbing drops and right away proceeded to inject me with another numbing shot before the big needle. I wasn’t expecting the numbing needle as usually they do the swabs first! So I jumped and the needle pulled out!

He said he’s sorry, that he couldn’t do anything, and that I needed to be still. I was absolutely sure I could not have that needle applied without jumping again, and I felt like throwing up. I said, “What about the swabs?” He got the swabs (about 4% lidocaine) and applied them and we waited 10 minutes.

Then he marked my eye with a pen for the big needle, and it hurt! I was panicked again at this point and asked for more swabs, so he applied more swabs. Then he was able to give me the numbing shot, no problem, and then another 10 minutes later the big needle, which this time was no problem (it had been before).

The numbing shot provides a bubble of juice through which they inject the bigger needle for the steroid. Crazy! The first time I had the big needle, I could feel it at the end point pricking *inside the eye.* The docs know when to pull the needle back out because there’s a release when the capsule goes through, a click.

He told me to tap my feet as I was given the big needle, that it would provide another focus for my brain and I would not notice the needle as much. I’m actually the one who told him about this trick last year.

The difference between this needle and the one I’d been getting initially is that they are actually inserting a dissolvable steroid capsule, where before they were injecting fluid. I much prefer the fluid, because of the needle size, and because I can see the capsule bobbing around in my eye for a month after they put it in (it’s yellow!). But the drug makers make more money with the capsule, so they have made the liquid steroid scarce.

Ever since my main doctor stopped giving me the shots and has had understudies do it, it’s been pretty traumatic and I get upset the rest of the day. I want the understudies to gain experience though, and I’m also actually too shy to ask my doc to do the needle rather than them.

 

Elephant Things

Thursday, December 26th, 2019

Paper cutouts, opening credits
the indie film of my childhood,
Babar on paper waves, hands in pocket,
Babar visits where the wild things are

Gray-brown sweet potato skin,
walking trees, ears buoyant
as butterfly wings alien headcases
accentuate elephant cognition;
catch the taxonomist’s imagination

Under the preponderance of labrador
bonehead browline – alarmed lady eyes
in tree knots and whirls

Old women of the sepia planet
the knees and belly of the mother goddess
unexpected grossness of that mouth lip
labia jutting over the
blue water of murmuring shadow

When tusked, beast
the dark forest of the cerebellum
loping orchestration walking mud,
painterly pointing trunk, brain
for their own traditions,
not for us! Brain
for their own things

~ Lady

 

recent random fotos no connection no logic

Wednesday, December 18th, 2019















 

last month’s feature… + the 49 previous

Wednesday, December 4th, 2019

Thanks to publisher/editor Kathy Kieth of California, here is my November feature on Medusa’s Kitchen
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/11/bluebird-of-happenstance.html
the usual 10 fotos, 9 poems.

This makes 50 features in 48 months, 4 years of Medusa Smith.
(There’re 50 because 2 months I had a 2nd Sunday feature.)

420 poems, 448 fotos, 30 songs, 55 years – so far… here are their links.

December 2015 – Just Different Crazy
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2015/12/just-different-crazy.html

December 2015 – Creation Mist
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2015/12/creation-mist.html

January 2016 – Twixt Ape and Angel
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/01/twixt-ape-and-angel.html

February 2016 – Poems from Six Decades
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/02/poems-from-six-decades.html

March 2016 – Status Report
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/03/status-report.html

April 2016 – Food in, Food Out
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/04/food-in-food-out.html

May 2016 – Dung or Diamond
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/05/dung-or-diamond.html

June 2016 – Truth du Jour
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/06/truth-du-jour.html

July 2016 – A Past That’s Worth Hiding
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/07/a-past-thats-worth-hiding.html

August 2016 – Looking for the Nice in the Nasty
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/08/doing-it-for-love.html

September 2016 – This Garden Uneven
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/09/this-garden-uneven.html

October 2016 – Those Ghosts In-Between
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/10/those-ghosts-in-between.html

November 2016 – Bring Back the Snake
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/11/bring-back-snake.html

December 2017 – Our Lonely Orbitsong
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/12/our-lonely-orbitsong.html

December 2017 – News From the Great Gauze
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/12/news-from-great-gauze.html

January 2017 – $uper$eeking
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/01/upereeking.html

February 2017 – Right Left of Wrong
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/02/right-left-of-wrong.html

March 2017 – Up, As in Barking
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/03/up-as-in-barking.html

April 2017 – Lady K
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/04/lady-k.html

May 2017 – Temple of Hope
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/05/temple-of-hope.html

June 2017 – They Call Me Bone
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/06/they-call-me-bone.html

July 2017 – He’s Alive!!!!
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/07/hes-alive.html

August 2017 – Fair is Fair
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/08/fair-is-fair.html

September 2017 – Incest in Sky
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/09/incest-in-sky.html

October 2017 – Blues in my Pockets
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/10/blues-in-my-pockets.html

November 2017 – My Voice Raised in Bell & Chime
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/11/my-voice-raised-in-bell-chime.html

December 2017 – Just Cuz: Mirrors & Moments
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/12/just-cuz-mirrors-moments.html

Jaunuary 2018 – Rainingn Cats & Gods
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/01/raining-cats-gods.html

February 2018 – Gung Hay Fat Choy
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/02/gung-hay-fat-choy.html

March 2018 – In the Beginnings
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/03/in-beginnings.html

April 2018 – Entropy’s Rain
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/04/entropys-rain.html

May 2018 – Flight Plans
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/05/flight-plans.html

June 2018 – Ghosts of Thyme
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/06/ghosts-of-thyme.html

July 2018 – They Own Your Ass
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/07/wolf-parts-poems-and-visuals-by-smith.html

August 2018 – Status Report & Spirit Juice
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/08/status-report-spirit-juice.html

September 2018 – Used Ego for Rent
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/09/used-ego-for-rent.html

October 2018 – Sometime Won, Sometimes Lost
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/10/sometimes-won-sometimes-lost.html

November 2018 – The Sun Always Rises
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/11/the-sun-always-rises.html

December 2018 – Unreined, Dear
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/12/unreined-dear.html

January 2019 – Hope’s Possible
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/01/hopes-possible.html

February 2019 – Be What it Will
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/02/be-what-it-will.html

March 2019 – Becoming One with One
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/03/becoming-one-with-one.html

April 2018 – Fracking the Flux
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/04/fracking-flux.html

May 2018 – Cool and Sly
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/05/cool-and-sly.html

June 2019 – Gotta Try
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/06/gotta-try.html

July 2019 – Doing Time
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/07/doing-time.html

August 2019 – Dark Questionables
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/08/dark-questionables.html

September 2019 – Sisyphus Rocks ‘n Rolls
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/09/sisyphus-rocks-n-rolls.html

October 2019 – Let There Be Light, Momma
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/10/let-there-be-light-momma.html

November 2019 – Bluebird of Happenstance
https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/11/bluebird-of-happenstance.html

 

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

 

 
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