September 14 2015
The Iron is iron, for once.
Cast iron, a bit pocked and
slightly rusty, but shiny at the handle,
and on the bottom (except for a
rash of rust).
It's only 5 inches tall,
and the handle juts out another
3 or so, thickening for grasping, with
criss-cross pattern. There are 2 holes on the inner side.
The handle is split where it joins the
iron, at the bottom.
The handle curves elegantly.
September 15 2015
Two spots like lichen.
That tantalizing gap
between handle and base.
A raised "7".
This new angle is amazing.
I didn't see the crosshatching yesterday.
The pock marks are beautiful,
crusty, like whole wheat bread.
The handle is black and shiny
as a beetle's back.
Funny how boat-like the shape is.
And how inhuman. There is almost
nothing that makes me think of a body.
Only the body implied by what this is:
a tool, man-made, for Man.
September 16 2015
There it is.
That face like a tribal mask,
only a cyclops, drinking with
puckered lips from a bendy straw -
out of his single eyeball.
This angle reminds me of a stethoscope,
and a door handle,
and the heavy ring-handles
of our roasting pans at Camp.
But now that there is a face,
finally, these things seem less
Whatever he is staring into, that
black hole in the neck and navel
of a seahorse,
it must be enthralling.
"Drink my tail.
I'll kiss your eye" -
some frightening seduction like that.
Like saltwater taffy, Karl Marx,
11:40 - 11:53
If you look with one eye,
everything is flat
and things far away are more
apparently related to the forefront,
though not in proper
This kind of seeing
allows us clarity of a kind,
for a short while
we believe our illusions.
Old wounds, deeply
embedded and/or drifting loosely
(like feathers in air
or delicate fish in deep water)
may become sharp and publicized,
as offensive and vulnerable
only, monstrous and unnecessary
to others intentionally winking.
September 17 2015
11:51 - 11:57
Sandwich (panini) maker
Musty wooden rooms,
arranged as they would have been
with plastic apples and ears of corn,
a broom, kettle, checkered apron,
Boat more like an anchor
Sail more like a skewered
You could scuff across starched
or be a murder weapon.
So quaint and
September 18 2015
What kind of iron did they use in the 1950s?
Because I keep thinking back that far,
no farther. But I'm pretty sure this
could have been 1910, or even 1892.
The "7" is a bit suspicious, though.
It feels modern. (So modern, ha!)
I love cast iron. Cast iron pans
are the best. The other day I
used 3 cast iron pans to make
lunch: omelets, sweet potato fries,
and a quick sauté of onions &
peppers (for the omelets).
There's something so comforting
about cast iron. But it's meant
to be USED, and so this almost
purely decorative antique piece
seems weird to me.