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39th monthly Medusa

Thursday, February 21st, 2019

I’m down to 1 or 2 posts a month (from 1 a day for years and years). Just don’t care all that much… think Little Donnie Dump Trump and his gang of chumps are getting to me.

My 39th monthly feature on Medusa’s Kitchen thanks to the generosity of publisher/editor Kathy Kieth – 10 fotos, 9 poems:

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2019/02/be-what-it-will.html

 

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

 

Smith poetry/foto buffet on Medusa’s Kitchen

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.

 

2 hatcheck girl poems, 600 years apart

Thursday, November 1st, 2018

Hafiz (1320-1389) and I wrote a hatcheck girl poem 600+ years apart.

THE HATCHECK GIRL
by Hafiz

Why
Are there
So few in the court
Of a perfect
Saint?

Because
Every time you are near Him
You have to leave pieces
Of your
Soul

With
The hatcheck
Girl

Who won’t give them
Back—-

O
O
O
U
C
H

(from The Gift, Poems by Hafiz the Great Sufi Master, translations by Daniel Ladinsky, Penguin Compass, 1999)

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A Hatcheck Girl in a Capitalist Bar

The capitalist in the hatcheck bar
suggested to the coatroom girl insofar
as tips were concerned she could go far,
for flirting brought her twenty-five cents,
while cleavage shown was a dollar,
and sharing her tits would pay the rent
and get her a fox fur collar,
while I think if she had any sense
his nuts with her knee she should clobber.

– Smith, 1.1.2014
(didn’t know about his until this week)

 

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.

 

7 days in October

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

 

my October feature on Medusa’s Kitchen – 9 poems, 9 collages

Monday, October 22nd, 2018

My October feature at Medusa’s Kitchen is up, thanks to the generous heart and flowing eye of publisher/editor Kathy Kieth. I’m especially happy with this one – sometimes what you choose one month doesn’t read as well a month later when it appears, but this one flows right fine.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/10/sometimes-won-sometimes-lost.html

 

September feature of 9 poems 10 fotos on Medusa’s Kitchen

Thursday, September 27th, 2018

My 34th consecutive monthly feature is online at Medusa’s Kitchen out in northern California, thanks to publisher/editor Kathy Kieth.

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2018/09/used-ego-for-rent.html

My recent book “Where Never Was Already Is” consists of all the poems that appeared in my first 27 months on Medusa’s Kitchen… 324 pages, 244 poems, 29 illustrations, perfect bound, $15, 6″ x 9″ — http://ccpress.blogspot.com/2018/04/098Smith.html

 

 
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