thomas h. smith aka t. kilgore splake | one book

25 02 2010

Poetry Dispatch No. 314 | February 25, 2010

ONE BOOK

by
thomas h. smith
aka
t. kilgore splake

in march of 1979 i was camping in michigan’s upper peninsula “pictured rocks lakeshore” area and warming myself over the coals from last night’s fire. nursing a heavy-duty hangover and drinking the first coffee of the morning i wrote my first poem in a green-covered 4”x6” notebook. suddenly this burned out college professor with a failed marriage and captive to demon rum ethers had become a poet.

i have spent much time wondering over what a poet is, as well as seriously doubting if i qualified to be a poet. in order to hide my real self, i borrowed the kurt vonnegut character kilgore trout and developed the pseudonym t. kilgore splake.

with this new role as a poet, i quickly began using my creative imagination to write more poems describing the great variety of different human behaviors. no longer was i tommy smith following what my mother, father, and society demanded of my life, but a new man in the process of reinventing my “self.”

arriving in the poetic arts late in my years, i tried to make up for the time lost to other writers. i published several chapbook collections of my poetry with “angst productions” press. in 2009, i decided it was time to write my personal memoir. my the winter diary would define who i was and in my remaining few years describe what i was hoping to accomplish.

while reflecting on the life and times of tom smith, i felt like a visitor to the douglas gordon “24 hour psycho” show at the museum of modern art held in new york city in 2006. the hitchcock movie was slowed down to two frames per second, making a viewing nearly a day long event. thus, i found that reviewing my life in slow motion allowed me to take a harder look at the many things that happened to me.

any author writing a memoir has to decide what things to reveal as well as the personal history that will be left out. in the winter diary i did not talk about running away from home to join the navy during my senior year in high school at three rivers, michigan. i also chose not to tell of drunkenly opening beer bottles on the back bumper of my pickup truck while driving through canada to maine one spring. indeed, a “dui” in a foreign country with my summer thorazine prescription would have been quite a personal detail.

stephen elliott, author of the adderall diaries said a memoir must have perfect sentences, tension, honesty, and cannot intentionally lie. i believe that my the winter diary meets his literary requirements. however, to prevent a possible lawsuit or two, i did alter a couple of names and dates in the book.

after receiving several compliments to the winter diary, i think that walter mclaughlin, editor of wood thrush press in albans, vermont, summed up my writing best. walt said:

“i spent an entire afternoon with TWD, to my own surprise. not what i had planned to do. but, it caught me just the right time, when i needed something whacky, offbeat, yet very real.

you are a nut, no doubt about that! no need for you to look over your shoulder-normalcy lost sight of you long ago. and that is the best compliment any poet can receive from another.”

it seems a shame that when many poets pass away their voices and works are forgotten and quickly vanish. in the last couple of years i have lost three close writing friends: cait collins, editor of “the hold,” dave christy, editor of alpha beat soup, and the nationally known cab-driving poet dave church. i truly hope that someone is saving copies of their writings in literary archives so they won’t disappear.

my the winter diary covers the details of my life, and also has several splake poems in the commentary to emphasize my history of becoming a poet. following the 2009 publication of the winter diary, i discovered many additional thoughts about the life and times of tom smith, and published the winter diary notebook.

what might be called the splake-smith memoirs, volume iii, my manuscript “lost whispers” is currently getting a take-no-prisoners-parsing from a couple of close writing friends. in the late spring or early summer of 2010, i hope to publish “lost whispers” as an extension of my personal writing history.

the early morning poem i wrote while camping in the “pictured rocks lakeshore” area gave me a new life as well as provided me with a fresh creative vision. as i have grown intellectually, i find that now i exist outside the mainstream of modern society. i no longer feel any necessity to be treated as “one of them.”

with the discovery of my poetic epiphany and writing itch, i definitely agree with baron wormser who said: “this is it. this is who i am. this thrills me. whatever this poetry is, i want to live there.”

t. kilgore splake | painting by Henry Denander taken from the book The Poet Tree (Kamini Press) Please click the image if you are interested in buying this book.

splake biblio

books

  • 2010 lost whispers novel in progress
  • 2009 the winter diary gage printing
  • 2009 the winter diary notebook gage printing
  • 2009 backwater graybeard twilight thunder sandwich publishing

chapbooks

  • 2010 union printer mary-mark press
  • 2010 the poet tree kamini press
  • 2010 backwater bard lofdt musings moon press
  • 2010 splakeus and lillies moon press
  • 2009 beyond the cliffs miskwakbic press
  • 2009 deuce miswakbik press
  • 2009 the brautigan table miskwabik press
  • 2009 beyond the cliffs miskwabic press
  • 2007 samantha miskwabik press
  • 2007 connections: ann arbor-keweenaw miskwabik press
  • 2006 betsy miskwabik press
  • 2006 the dredge miskwabik press
  • 2006 shadows passing miskwabik press
  • 2006 dream song dream miskwabik press
  • 2006 cold mountain passages miskwabik press
  • 2006 bum wine miskwabik press
  • 2004 next stop paradise the hold
  • 2004 rainbow diary thunder sandwich publishing
  • 2004 evergreen thunder sandwich publishing
  • 2002 lac la belle morninga thunder sandwich publishing
  • 2002 tailings thunder sandwich publishing
  • 2002 slouching toward calvary thunder sandwich publishing
  • 2001 the murderous clown angst productions
  • 2001 rainbow rising angst productions
  • 2001 “cliffs” angst productions
  • 2001 cocaine asterius press
  • 2000 morning mourning angst productions
  • 2000 being becoming angst productions
  • 2000 light lightness angst productions
  • 2000 kerouac upper peninsula diary angst productions
  • 1999 trout dancing sonata hodge podge press
  • 1998 porcupine mountain papers angst productions
  • 1997 last train out angst productions
  • 1997 opening day breakfast musings green bean press
  • 1995 memories angst productions
  • 1995 odyssey to civilization and back angst productions
  • 1995 celebration of thea angst productions
  • 1995 twilight long white angst productions
  • 1993 boho beat theater angst productions
  • 1993 expatriate homeboy returns angst productions
  • 1993 sadness of backwater women angst productions
  • 1993 keweenaw love story angst productions
  • 1993 a loving enemy my muse angst productions
  • 1992 springtime for oona and brautigan angst productions
  • 1991 soft echoes behind the waterfall angst productions
  • 1990 a hole in reality angst productions
  • 1987 notes from the cave angst productions
  • 1985 ghost soundings angst productions
  • 1983 paris express angst productions
  • 1983 alaskan letters angst productions
  • 1983 beyond the fire angst productions
  • 1981 october softly angst productions
  • 1981 mute whispers angst productions
  • 1980 dark musings angst productions
  • 1980 dark musings angst productions
  • 1980 moon shadows angst productions
  • 1979 reststop angst productions
  • 1979 pictured rocks poetry angst productions

photographic chapbooks

  • 2002 available light thunder sandwich publishing
  • 2000 shadows visible angst productions
  • 1996 available light angst productions

dvd-films

  • 2001 full moon trailer engel productions
  • 2002 evergreen engel productions
  • 2003 splake # i angst productions
  • 2004 splake # ii angst productions
  • 2005 “cliffs” angst productions
  • 2006 a poet’s day angst productions
  • 2006 le metrops engel productions

soft-covered upper peninsula books

  • 1984 superior land lights angst productions
  • 1985 pictured rocks memories angst productions
  • 1988 keweenaw: copper country angst productions
  • 1989 soul whispers poetry angst productions

upper peninsula broadsides

  • 1990 superior peninsula themes and places
  • 1990 pictured rocks
  • 1990 keweenaw copper country
  • 1990 superior land lights
  • 1990 waterfalls of the upper peninsula

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7 responses

25 02 2010
David Dix sr.

want ro read
advise

dd

26 02 2010
CHARLES P. RIES

Splake,

You are the one and only!

Great work……words live forever.

Charles P. Ries

26 02 2010
Jude

Yet another example of one of those high road writers who stay under the radar & I would never have run across but for Blei’s curiosity and spirit. Tramping through the high country of the Keweenau in this guys wake (both of them), energy and ideas rampant, was one of those once-in-a-lifetime events … thanks for bringing it all back to mind this similar, sunny winter morning.

26 02 2010
Warren P. Nelson

NORBERT BLEI

Codger, a dodger, confidence trickster-
Wisconsin contower.
Writer, let’s know, of geat Wisconsin wrongs.

I would lay light that his work
Unpaving a road through Door County
Will whisk dust up for young writers to come to
Find voice and camp there in their own
With a conciousness of no concilliations,
Follow their bare bones loosening the bullshit
To fit this new world that frighteningly forgets the old.

Prose man, poet blender.
Sender off to the world
His great working gifts.

A prescence lifted from Illinois
Took the flyway of Lake Michigan
And buillt a nest as eagles do north
Where all can be seen from.

Perched in his coop to
Sway swoop down on any day.
Craft steeped like how-ever old-he is whiskey.
You can smell it on his breathway-
The truth.

Honor to the deep in shallow politics.
He is editing our time,
The anger all behind a voice of sweetness.

Plow the road.
Like that crazy crooked county road
That hauls all to the landing across from
Washington Isand.
Jesus, who platted that.
Only one who can laugh along the way.

Norbert Blei can ferry himself across
All of us.

Warren Nelson

26 02 2010
Robert M. Zoschke

Pepsi Max Cheers on the Splashy Well Deserved Promotion, SPLAKER….

6 03 2010
Barbara Fitz Vroman

Poetry as a rescue boat. Glad it got Thomas to shore, would like to
read more of his poetry.

31 03 2012
John Meek

Found you. Get back to me if you feel like it. No — when you feel like it. The cat and I both want to know what you have been up to since I left Cornstalk.
+j

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