Texts for Objects in the Writers’ House Kitchen (Draft)
Nick and I did some serious work on a draft of a forthcoming concrete writing project late last night.
Song for a Spoon
o i ddnt mn go
Requiem for a Fork
o o o twist o o o o o o o exist o o o o o o o o o cease o o o o o o o o below o o o o o sadly
On the Surface of a Knife
May you slice more than
you jab and may your edge always
be sharper than the flesh you meet
as you descend into memories
Collander Holes
o i o u i u o i u o i u o i u o i u o i o i u o i u i i i i u o i u o i u o i u o i u o i u o i u o i u o i u o i
Corkscrew Soliloquy
someone one's um won some um, sm un-sum summon
Tea Infuser Canto
Wet
Parts
Diff
Use
Dry
Stews
Tea
Me
Spork Song
Foodig
Meating
Yumastication
Garlic Crusher
You die now
souls souls souls
souls souls souls
Uncontested
Spatula
flip flip flip flip pilf pilf pilf pilf turn turn turn turn nrut nrut nrut nrut form form form form mrof mrof mrof mrof sear sear sear sear raes raes raes raes
Ice Cream Scoop Reflexive
hey
are you
serving others
or yourself alone
as you dip into
this mass
now
Blender
Before you turn me on:
1) Find today’s newspaper.
2) Read a headline with a contradictory emotion.
3) Read an obituary in the mode of Sports.
4) Read local news with a French accent.
5) Read sports in the mode of Obituary.
6) Spit on the ground and wipe it up.
7) Renounce your citizenship.
8) Disagree with the drink.
9) Call last call.
10) Blend.
Coffee-Maker Prose Poem
There is time. This is the time. Just rest. Well. Fill the filter. That is what
it is there for. You must have coffee. Assuming. This is the nature. Careful planning. Morning. Assuming. You have rinsed the pot. Preparations. A basket. Ground beans. Preparations. A day. An afternoon. And end to an evening. Coffee.
A Turkey Baster
I assure you that this baster has been
used for nothing but its proscribed
purpose, the basting of a dead bird’s
fat upon itself. Many people have bad
and false impressions about this baster.
These myths are completely untrue. It
has not been used for anything unsavory.
Words for Coffee Cups
Editor
Scrivener
Bastard
Malcontent
Plagarist
Secret
Longing
For Words
Onomatopoeia
Wounded
Confessional
Fraud
Lack
Words for Saucers
Assholes
Sychophants
Saints
Luminaries
Breast-fed
Lonelyhearts
Players
Groupies
Chimeras
Undiscovered
Porn stars
Wallflowers
On the Outside of a Cereal Bowl
Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time Regular Time
On the Outside of a Cereal Bowl
You can only begin to imagine. You can only begin to imagine. You can only begin to imagine. You can only begin to imagine. You can only begin to imagine. You can only begin to imagine. You can only begin to imagine. You can only begin
On the Outside of a Cereal Bowl
I do so not hate your work. I do so not hate your work. I do so not hate your work. I do so not hate your work. I do so not hate your work. I do so not hate your work. I do so not hate your work. I do so not hate your work. I do so not
On the Outside of a Cereal Bowl
This hurts me more than it hurts you. This hurts me more than it hurts you. This hurts me more than it hurts you. This hurts me more than it hurts you. This hurts me more than it hurts you. This hurts me more than it hurts you. This hurt
Reamer
Fruit yields. Twisting. Turgid anecdotes
giving it up. Threatening more than the sharpened
ones of metal. Into it. Represplendent.
Egg Timer
The life of the party. Casual.
Almost as much of a dandy
as Warhol. Whatever. The eggs
can be timed, crystal digital
appearance there. Tick whenever.
Cookie Tray
Oh fuck oh fuck fuck glistening heat
once more more clatterling throwaway
more. Can you can can can fuck once oh.
Outside of a Frying Pan
I leave here as my last will and testament the terms of the disposal of my estate, to my best beloved my second best
Meat Thermometer
too much information
Paring Knife
Lovers should carve together.
Matchbook Cover
She left me
I left him
He left me
I left him
Joan of Arc
Phrases for Cutting Board
Vegetables have no souls
I’ll show you
Decentered
Precision
Not too small
Chunky
We weep
Fowl
A proper burial
Honor, Strength, Decency
Herbs rule
Paper Towel Roll
How bout a
yeah what about it
you wanna
one of the
sure how you gonna
go ahead sure
yeah there you go
Pitcher
jug jug jug
jug jug jug jug
jug jug
jug jug jug
jug jug jug
jug
Masher
potato
apt too
poo tat
op o tao
tatoo p
Poacher
Et tu?