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our dawn walk on the Tow Path trail

Sunday, June 30th, 2019

Lady K’s 4-leaf clover bush

 

2.? new Lady pieces

Wednesday, March 6th, 2019


from her Mariana Trench series:
untitled, by Lady, 15″ x 19″
untitled, by Lady, 18.5″ x 22.5″ x 6″

Lady’s been taking old failed pieces of mine to tear apart and add to and creating right fine new pieces with corrosion, paint, and clay.

I see undersea alien vaginas in many of her new pieces.

The last 2 fotos are what she’s working on now – 26″ x 30″ and maybe 6″ x 5″.




from her Mariana Trench series: untitled, 15″ x 19″


from her Mariana Trench series: untitled, 18.5″ x 22.5″ x 6″


in process: 30″ x 26″ x 3″
in process: 6″ x 5″

 

she, me

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

 

Yes, erumpent fireflies warmed hands

Sunday, January 13th, 2019

Yes, erumpent fireflies warmed hands
on xanthous flames fireplaced in a
viperiform damascene hagioscope
gripping the reredos

Girandoled discoball constellations
yogiboogeyboarded swimming pool lights,
dog and ponied interstices of the ceiling joists
zoopraxiscoped herds of variegated animals,
the alopecoid and hares, all manners
of dazzling English animals

The nickle nutlets of teeth in
jellygraph gloss of a dead lamb’s grin,
closed eyelids, japan painted blunt nose
nuque broke, visceral ladled nup of bent innocent colliform
draped on a chair, the Inuit their kamiks

Corpulant agriculture was fecund
on plates we left for morning after Christmas,
wastive abundance, frapped humanity
in ruddy hardihood consecrated by
the rabbi we called in;
the comrade donned a biretta
the webster sat under the vesper
it was a mixed bag, fingers bewildered in
nodated whatevers, que sera sera-ing,
the cows munched their kerf
it was ok it was the weather

The validity of vermiculture,
of worksome insects typing logopedics,
rosining translucent violins withily weaving
wirewove niello of the organized whole

~ Lady

 

a Lady, 1 me, Medusa 37

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

 

2 Smith & Lady art heart collaborations

Monday, December 17th, 2018

Piece on left is Heart Chakra by Smith & Lady, 12″ x 12″ x 2.5″, 2018, for U + ME = GLITTER group show at Doubting Thomas Gallery Februweary 8-23, 2019 – curated by Joanie Deveney aka Joan of Art. The Minnie Mouse is from 1965.

Piece on right is Art Heart by Smith & Lady, 2014, 11″ x 11″, done for a previous Joanie Deveney group Valentine show.










 

10 art pieces by Lady K 10-12.2018

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)

 

the Lady, the Dick, and the Liar

Wednesday, October 31st, 2018

This is a 3-fer – the Lady, the Dick, and the Liar.

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Here is Lady K’s poem written last Saturday in the hour before our monthly poetry workshop called Rufus, run by poet Wendy Shaffer.

Rufus is 6-10 friends sitting in a circle around coffee and bagels sharing 1 new poem each for feedback, and has been going on longer than Lady & I (and we’re in our 14th year).

Rufus includes 3 of my favorite poets – Wendy Shaffer, Russell Vidrick, and Lady K. Smith.

Stone soup is, according to Wikipedia, “an old folk story in which hungry strangers convince the people of a town to each share a small amount of their food in order to make a meal that everyone enjoys, and exists as a moral regarding the value of sharing. In varying traditions, the stone has been replaced with other common inedible objects, and therefore the fable is also known as axe soup, button soup, nail soup, and wood soup.” Love the concept.

RUFUS
by Lady K, 10.27.2018

Let’s meet at the the crossroads, I’ll bring a
stone. someone some magic beans, and one a
string from their pocket, and someone a
clock

The cat will bring some cheese, the mouse
will bring some cream, the clock will bring
its hands, and we will make some time

We’ll tie our shoes with patience and button
up our ironed shirts, flashes of the pinks
from filed nails on worried-over hands, what
our barber has made of us this moon.

Harvest conjures measure. This is the time
for apples and carrots, for potatoes and
pumpkins and Mother Goose’s cobbled shoes.

This is the time for the reunion of friends these
words are candles in the closing tilting
cabbage of year each other like a yardstick
turning in measured postures we are, the grace
of our liquid profiles, the loping of shoulders,
and years are offspring of old who have gone
their whimsical way while we, we turn as houses
in each other, seasons housed in us, how I
looked last year, how I look this year, how I
look again, squinting through the sleeping dark
at the blurry clock through years and years.

The solace of friends, friends, this is our
solace, survivors of time’s laminating palimpsests
over memories until the poignancy of a turn
uncovered, the clear mirror of each other through
the madeleine of crisp seen huffs of breath in
huddled sky, we are characters of favorite books
meet in knit caps, we ladle out the stories and
make stone stew.

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Just reread The Man in the High Castle by Philip K Dick (1962) and found it much better than I remembered from 40 years ago, though it doesn’t seem to have much similarity to the TV series. Now rereading Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? for the first time since they turned it into Bladerunner in 1982 – he died just before it came out, but I read he had seen it in a studio showing especially for him.

Bladerunner is better than Sheep.

The man might have the most titles turned into film/TV… though Shakespeare could be competitive with his 37 plays.

Philip K. Dick 1928-1982.

Second Variety, 1953, shortstory, Screamers, 1995 movie
Paycheck, 1953, shortstory, Paycheck, 2003 movie
Imposter, 1953, shortstory, Out Of This World, 1962 TV
Imposter, 1953, shortstory, Imposter, 2002 movie
The Hood Maker, 1953, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017 TV
The Commuter, 1953, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017 TV
The Hanging Stranger, 1953, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017 TV
Sales Pitch, 1954, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017 TV
Exhibit Piece, 1954, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017 TV
The Father Thing, 1954, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017
Adjustment Team, 1954, shortstory, The Adjustment Bureau, 2011 movie
The Golden Man, 1954, shortstory, Next, 2007 movie
The Crystal Crypt, 1954, shortstory, The Crystal Crypt, 2013 movie
The Impossible Planet, 1955, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017 TV
Human Is, 1955, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017 TV
Autofac, 1955, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017 TV
Foster, You’re Dead!, 1955, shortstory, Philip K Dick’s Electric Dreams, 2017 TV
The Minority Report, 1956, shortstory, Minority Report 2002 movie
The Minority Report, 1956, shortstory, Minority Report 2015 TV
The Man In The High Castle, 1962, novel, The Man In The High Castle 2015 TV
We Can Remember It For You Wholesale, 1966, shortstory, Total Recall, 1990 movie
We Can Remember It For You Wholesale, 1966, shortstory, Total Recall 2070, 1999 TV
We Can Remember It For You Wholesale, 1966, shortstory, Total Recall, 2012 movie
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, 1968, novel, Bladerunner, 1982 movie
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, 1968, novel, Bladerunner 2049, 2017 movie
Confessions of a Crap Artist, 1975, Confessions d’un Barjo, 1992 movie
Radio Free Albemuth, 1976, novel, Radio Free Albemuth, 2008 movie
A Scanner Darkly, 1977, novel, A Scanner Darkly, 2006 movie

plus some short films like Piper in the Woods 2016 7 minutes from 1953 short story

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While I have not read of a single decent person ever saying a good thing Trump has done, I have seen that he has publicly been accused of 3 rapes (one of a 13 yr-old), of stealing from his vendors, cheating on his taxes, cheating on his wives, laundering money for both the Russian and the American mobs, of treason, racism, misogyny, xenophobia, homophobia, destroying evidence, voter fraud, stealing from charity, of being a genuinely shitty person, and of siring Trump thug junior 1, Trump thug junior 2, and Trump thug daughter who’s married to a Trump thug wanna-be… I dream of Trump and his Klueless Kluck Klan of a family in jail, without bail, all in one cell with no food – the deal being the last one left uneaten gets to be put in a cage and floated out to sea.

 

Friday Night

Friday, July 6th, 2018

A delirium of talk
from my head to my heart
tight burn hollows of shoulders
dog breath, a panicked cat
bird in the throat
bird in the ear
bird in the eyes
bird brain
Friday night

~ Lady

 

Lady K eye cancer news (basically good)

Wednesday, June 27th, 2018






Lady had her extremely rare (1 out of 2,000,000) eye cancer tumor radiated March 2017.

Then in March 2018 she had cataract surgery for that eye since the radiation worsened the cataracts.

For two month she had great vision, better than in years, but now her retina is swelling from radiation damage so they stuck a needle in her eye yesterday to give her a shot of steroids.

The tumor’s dying. Catscans say it has not spread, and is extremely unlikely to.

So now it’s a cat and mouse game of healing her eye from radiation damage.

Last foto is skylight at Cole Eye Institute up at Cleveland Clinic.

 

 
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