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Postmodern Village
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Preface
by E.W. Wilder

Around the mid 1990s, Bean Newton began to champion the cause of “Smitty,” a stick-figure avatar (before people used the term for virtual spaces) found throughout Newton's notebooks and personal correspondences. Thought to be inspired by a rather famous poem of Langston Hughes, “Smitty Speaks of Livers” dwells in a space of neither parody nor tribute, but a portal to a reality not quite recognizable as our own.

Smitty Speaks of Livers
by Bean Newton

The hot, ripe, howling bawl of desire
The League of Blessed Cows
The long match of drizzled idiocy.
Munchskinland.
I hear jellied forte of breeze
miraculously-whipping white-froth
foreword. It is the lost joint of solder
to fail, falling into the vacuum of puff
and smoking up through the ventholes
like a local god, open for worship
only Thursday thru Saturday,
yet another in our tank-style depredations.

The bolus of celebrity lurks in the dork.
No longer, longer buxom, its cheeks
sag arcane neural days of crack-absence.
It would switch its place, its place
with a rat togged-up-electrode-wise
to dance but not to move
in the drain-groove of cerebro-mancy.