Shingle Speak

May 27, 2007

Street Abandon

Elly Simmons

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My body spoke to me today.

Popping in languages forgotten,

Red in anger that I forgot her,

In plodding one foot in front of the
other

The other is the myth of stress:

Cure it, fix it, soothe it.

We forget, living is challenge;

We forget we are fragile in flesh.

This flesh, my flesh, your flesh,

Tender in all its survival,

Has words louder then our mouths

Could ever invent. imagine, expunge.

Can you hear them?

 

 

kimsmith

2007

 

 

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Blue Muse

Elly Simmons

Artist Update

October 19, 2006

Well Universe,

I have written 18 artists and called one. He said yes. The others I await their reply.

Thank you Mark Esposito! He is the one I called and it was fun to talk to him about my ignorance. In honor of Mark and his spontaneity we are posting one of his photos, possibly almost my favorite. Marks lists a cell phone, an email address that is full, and answers the phone even though I am sure he has no idea where the hell a 402 area code call is coming from. And, when I say; “Hi, my name is Kim Smith.” He didn’t say: “Sure it is.” I hate that, and yes it happens a bit.

I am removing the ignorance and working the problem, as I see it. We can thank Lynda for that.

No poetry tonight.

In the slipstream,

Kim

Photo: Metaphor

Artist: Mark Esposito