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Click hereCROCKERY AND CHAOS
By BARUSHKO © 2004
Suddenly
in the night the dish-rack
falls
off the top of the microwave, sharding
dishes over the teabag-stained floor, they
fortunately
don’t break microscopically like those
Absolut glasses do, they
are in big pale parts, some
flowered so
belonging to a mistress from somewhere, the way
girly dishes are, never
lean and spare and
exquisite to their nature but all chintzy and
kitschy and covered with
shit that raises my ire—from
their Mother’s day, who
wants or needs a rose garden
under a flank of beef, or
burdening up chicken breasts with their
fading petals, I want
only the simplest things here, only
the honest china from
the mills of Staffordshire without
embellishment of any kind, do I lie
by secretly enjoying the red ring, round
the borders of one set of
plates and the occasional
touch of brush to bone with a simple
curve
May 20, 2004 Gulag no. 16 Magadan
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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Beyond this well done critique of kitcheny kitsch, this guy's got expensive tastes in china, looking for the elegant and severe.
...is one of the best pieces of verse I have read here....so many wonderful phrases!
'who needs or wants a rose garden
under a flank of beef, or
burdening up chicken breasts
with their fading petals'
that is simply outstanding, strong from a manly view!!
....and the 'red ring' and 'touch of brush to bone with a simple curve' images put that pure china right into my lap!!