GLASS FACTORY TOUR
Hot Side
Goggled against sirocco not
of sand, but molten grease motes
Bent into that slick
din, ear plugs
useless--we face creation
Plasmic gobs
blot the real,
gloop incandescent,
extruder
to mold, nature
to nurture, we
cannot see,
toes meld
to safety-soles
Cold Side
Retreat, retreat--
slashed plastic pleats
flap from grave-high doorway
Blink in the dim
thin-aired warehouse
Conveyors cross--ascend--
recede--to Escher exits
Tintinnabulary
processions of jars
glink-glink reassurances
Each transparent ersatz solid
destined to contain--
suspend like disbelief--
mayonnaise:
a floated colloidal soul
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
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