October 18, 2010

• And please don't forget this example, possibly metaphysical.
• May the circle Be unbroken By and by, buy and bye... Every Black Hole Remains unbroken Like the drain Removing rain. Spirit Circles Stay unspoken, Cry and sigh, try and try. Wait for wisdom in Drum circles Losing war To the event horizon.
• I've been losing spoons. I think I know why, now...
• spin round and round galactic disk more tireless than a speeding particle hurled by a physicist inside a cyclotron (provided the power is not turned off but stays on)
• a dearth of kitchen sink poems lies over the earth
• the poem of the kitchen sink mircea cartarescu one day the kitchen sink fell in love with a little star it saw in the corner of the window it told the oilskin and the mustard jar it cried to the wet silverware. another day the sink declared its love: - little star, do not shine over the bread factory and the dimbovita watermill come down here, for they do not need you they have electric generators in their basements and are full of light bulbs you're wasting yourself pouring your gold on roofs and lightning conductors. little star, my nickel yearns for you, my pipe has been bubbling all sorts of songs for you, as best it knows how my pots and pans with their remnants of tinned fish have fallen for you as well. come, and you will sparkle all night over the kingdom of linoleum queen of the kitchen cockroaches. but, alas! the yellow star did not reply to this call for it loved a soup strainer in the house of a pomeranian accountant which it gazed at tormentedly night after night. so one afternoon the sink started asking itself questions regarding the purpose of life and its injustice and one evening it proposed to the oilskin. ... there was a time when i, too, got involved in the game of love i, the hole in the curtain, who told you this story. i loved a car, a beautiful cream dacia which i only saw once ... but why dwell on it, i've got kids at kindergarten now and everything that has been seems like a dream.
• Well found, GramMa. I was gonna say "the Googles, they do nothing!" but if you look in the lower left bit of the first page of this picture/text thingy there's a small excerpt from a James Kirkup poem but there doesn't seem to be any more of it accessible on teh intarwebs.
• Hurrah! Nice one, BlueHorse! o Aunt Mary's ring slid down the drain she'll have to summon the plumber again
• When sinks (and poems) go bad...The DIY Plumbing Poem By: brokenroadjourney We have all tackled a Do-It-Yourself project at some point in our adult homeowner lives. As you know, they usually don't go quite as smoothly as we anticipate for them to. MY FLOOR IS WET, MY HEART IS BLUE NOW I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO... THE PIPE IS LEAKING, THIS IS GREAT! SOMETHING SMELLS LIKE BAD FISH BAIT.... LOTS OF SOGGY SLIMY GREASY MOLD LET'S JUST SEE HOW THIS UNFOLDS. . MAKE A HOLE TO FIND THE PIPE JUST BREAK THE WALL, IT'LL BE ALRIGHT OOOPS WENT TOO FAR, TIME TO POUT I'M ON THE INSIDE LOOKING OUT... UNDER MY CABINET FROM WHERE I SIT I CAN SEE THE GRASS AND EVEN TOUCH IT. KICKING MY FOOT OUT GETTING MAD IT HITS THE PIPE AND THAT IS BAD CAUSE THEN IT BROKE AND MY FOOT WENT ON TO HIT THE WALL WHERE PART WAS GONE AND NOW I WAS STUCK WITH FOOT OUTSIDE WISHING THERE WAS SOME PLACE TO HIDE I WAS LAYING THERE, BODY IN FOOT OUT TRYING TO FIGURE ALL OF THIS OUT I WAS SO MAD I WAS SEEING RED WHEN THE WRENCH FELL ON MY HEAD IT KNOCKED ME OUT AND WHEN I CAME TO I REALIZED I KNEW JUST WHAT TO DO. I GRABBED THE WRENCH AND HIT THE WALL OVER AND OVER I WAS HAVING A BALL I GOT MY FOOT LOOSE, NO LONGER MAD BUT THEN I SAW WHAT A MESS I HAD THE WALL MADE A SOUND, THE WINDOW FELL I WAS IN SHOCK, WHAT THE HELL? I JUMPED BACKWARDS GOT OUT OF THE WAY I DON'T BELIEVE THIS ! WHAT A DAY! NOW THERE WERE BRICKS ALL OVER THE FLOOR THATS WHEN I THOUGHT - I'LL JUST MAKE A DOOR! I RIPPED OUT THE CABINETS, AND HAULED THEM AWAY MOVED THE COUCH TO PLUG IN THE FRIDGE TO STAY. BUT WHEN I MOVED THE FRIDGE IT HIT A BRICK WHICH THEN CAUSED THE WHEELS TO STICK BUT PUSHING HARD TO GET IT LOOSE IT FELL OVER OVER AND COOKED MY GOOSE IT HIT THE WALL, WHICH MADE THE SEAM THAT HELD THE ROOF SUPPORTING BEAMS IT STARTED SAGGING AS I LOOKED AND THEN I KNEW MY GOOSE WAS COOKED. NOT MUCH TIME, SHE'D BE HOME SOON FEELING NAUSEOUS i STARTED TO SWOON WHAT COULD I DO TO COVER THIS MESS? WHAT i CAME UP WITH YOU'LL NEVER GUESS. SHE PULLED UP OUT FRONT HER FACE WHITE AS SNOW I RAN TO HER SIDE, HER EYES ALL A GLOW. . . SHE LOOKED THE REMAINS OVER, I STOOD RIGHT BY HER THERE WASN'T MUCH LEFT AFTER THE FIRE.... YOU SEE NOW BABY IT'S ALL RIGHT WE'RE ALL OK THERE JUST WASN'T MUCH ELSE THAT I COULD SAY IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE WIRING, WHAT STARTED IT OUT AND THEY HAD TO GAIN ENTRY BY KNOCKING THAT WALL OUT BUT IT SPREAD SO QUICKLY, AND TIME WAS VITAL INSURANCE WILL FIX THE HOUSE, WAS MY RECITAL MY THROAT WAS DRY, MY KNEES WERE GETTING WEAK NEXT TIME I WILL CALL A PLUMBER FOR THE DAMN LEAK. . . The Sink Richard Brautigan Mr. Clay lives in a cheap hotel room and he pees in the sink Mr. Clay has no family or friends If Mr. Clay dies tomorrow he’ll stop peeing in the sink. Thank heaven it's not about the KITCHEN sink!!
• our summer cottage had running water ... if ye primed the pump in the kitchen first this water would suffice to quench a thirst provided ye boiled it for thirty minutes which we all did faithfully because my father and my aunt put drops of lake water on glass sides under the brass microscope so we saw millions of monster bacteria
• I sink that I shall never see a kitchen fit for a guy like me a kitchen where from creaking chairs black, polar, and some grizzly bears request the cook to fetch some tea or better yet some malt whisky
• This is just to say I am thinking you need to clean out the icebox I couldn't even eat any breakfast the smell put me off rotten plums are not delicious-- they stink and are slimy Kitchen Fable Eleanor Ross Taylor The fork lived with the knife and found it hard — for years took nicks and scratches, not to mention cuts. She who took tedium by the ears: nonforthcoming pickles, defiant stretched-out lettuce, sauce-gooed particles. He who came down whack. His conversation, even, edged. Lying beside him in the drawer she formed a crazy patina. The seasons stacked —  melons, succeeded by cured pork. He dulled; he was a dull knife, while she was, after all, a fork.
• I deeply regret her crazy patina I'd like her far better if she were just cleaner