I.
My very good friend writes to tell me about her joy
in finding an iced tea pitcher just like mine.
Can an iced tea pitcher be life changing? she asks
Why not? I say life changes every day anyway
so why is an iced tea pitcher any less entitled
to be a force for good than anything else?
II.
in finding an iced tea pitcher just like mine.
Can an iced tea pitcher be life changing? she asks
Why not? I say life changes every day anyway
so why is an iced tea pitcher any less entitled
to be a force for good than anything else?
II.
I live by William Morris' rule “Have nothing in your house
that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.”
It is as simple as that.
I choose each item that enters so carefully
The things I am put upon to tolerate itch like that spot
on my back that I can never quite reach
Very often when I ask for help, the other person misses it entirely.
III.
that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.”
It is as simple as that.
I choose each item that enters so carefully
The things I am put upon to tolerate itch like that spot
on my back that I can never quite reach
Very often when I ask for help, the other person misses it entirely.
III.
Genuine physical discomfort must be contained
when the Disney character sleeping bags from Walmart arrive,
made of nasty slippery poly-something or other
I judge them toxic, both aesthetically and corporeally
I judge them toxic, both aesthetically and corporeally
But after repeated attempts to roll them up and hide them away
countered by my boys' delighted retrieval, and incessant cozy snuggling
countered by my boys' delighted retrieval, and incessant cozy snuggling
I admit defeat.
Despite their hideousness they remain firmly, almost willfully
in the "useful" category.
Great last line...I take it the Disney sleeping bags are there to torture you not only because of their utilitarian value, but also due to that most dreadful and elusive category of aesthetic value - the one addressing what appeals to another person. And a KID no less. And a kid who is yours. "Hell is other people. In sleeping bags with Goofy on them." - Sartre Also noticed you quote Paul Valery in your "about me" section - I just read his poem about the Graveyard of the Sea - gee, that's a humdinger!
ReplyDeleteI can never remember if its humanity I hate, and people I love, or if its people I hate and humanity I love. Or neither. I like kittens and puppies. Don't particularly care for cats and dogs. I like specific cats. Sometimes. I like specific dogs. Dog, you might have half a chance with me if you can keep all four feet on the floor when we meet. And I may succumb to your charms with a soulful look up at me followed by the top of your head brushing just tentatively under my hand. If your legs aren't long enough to reach my hand, you should just forget it.
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