R.A.D. Stainforth ... with his cigarette ... in his black and white world ...
Autoclave
There's no hegemony here;
all the red tape is kept
in a ball under the sink,
along with the cat food
and the emergency vodka.
Stacks of shared interests
spill from the sofa
onto the floor
and down the hall,
leaning towers of solidarity.
If anyone asks,
say we've been in Goodwill,
implementing endless pleasure
with short-term memory,
where every line ends in a kiss.
tk/March 2012
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Random note of interest:
R.A.D. Stainforth tells me he lost one of his eyes as a child, in a freak beaver accident. When he's not wearing it, he keeps the faux eye in an icy-cold glass of Russian vodka. He won't say which eye. It's hard to tell. I'm thinking maybe it's the left.
Tess, I like the poem very much--I'm not sure I understand the link with the photo (which I also really like), except (duh!) I guess for the nesting aspect. And now as I read the poem a few more times, seem more sure of that. I love the idea of the shared interests sprawling down the hall in towers (I have been in apartments like that) ,and the red tape balled with the vodka. K.
ReplyDeleteStacks of shared interest spilling from the sofa....
ReplyDeleteLove it. That's what makes a house a home. (or a nest)
The comfortable home constructed of bits and scraps plucked from other's discards.
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This is crazy good. Love what RAD adds to the mix...and the bit at the end about the eye is too wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of my parents' homes. Clutter, clutter, clutter; but nice interesting clutter, mind you!
ReplyDeleteVery cool write!
ReplyDeleteImplementing endless pleasure
ReplyDeletewith short-term memory,
where every line ends in a kiss.
If only short-term memory were that beautiful, giving out endless pleasure. More like trapped in a time warp, somewhere between today and 50 years ago.
i wonder if you can get a nice nest like this for the living room at the goodwill
ReplyDeletein the dragon's nest
The cat strolling by at the bottom of the video makes it all the better! Love it!
ReplyDeleteLove it. It sounds as if the house is a real home and not a show piece home.
ReplyDeleteLove the 'shared interest spilling off the sofa' Anything shared has to be good.
Great write and read.
i like the verse...it gives me the feel though it is a front you know...autoclave being a machine to sterilize, so tell them this...
ReplyDeleteTess, I had an overwhelming urge to pluck the cigarette from his fingers, pour myself a shot of vodka (on rocks) and pick up the kitty! Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteI'd been concerned about Stainforth's smoking. But now that I see he has a black cat I feel much kinder toward him.
ReplyDeleteVery cool- I had 2 friends- with one glass eye; it can be disconcerting
ReplyDeleteuntil you learn to not be bothered by its drifting- :)
A terrific exegesis of the mutuality of love.. Beautifully unified working with hegemony vs solidarity-- xxxj
ReplyDeleteBig smiles. Always a treat.
ReplyDeleteApril love...... a wonderful poem of Goodwill. Thanks for sharing and RD for telling. =D
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like my place; shared interests taking over the living space.
ReplyDeleteI take note of the date and tell you I have a false leg, which knows when it's being pulled!
I have no idea where that cat came from ... has anyone else noticed the date today ...
ReplyDeleteCatfish: from what I understand Stainforth wears a black patch while his eye soaks in the vodka...
ReplyDeleteLove the "Stacks of shared interests..." - love it all really!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
oh I love this poem. echoes
ReplyDeletea delicious film noir and also
the type of quiet life that
smolders underneath with erotica
and intelligence.
Love the first stanza! Emergency vodka, LOL.
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Hey Tess! Inventive and image riddled poem as usual, but keeping the emergency vodka in with the red tape? What if you fumble when a real emergency jumps at you? Red tape needs to be 'returned to sender'!
ReplyDeleteBTW, the pic of the glass eye in the mouth! That is gross. Reminds me of a childhood friend who lost an eye and would hold the glass one in his mouth to moisten it before popping it back. I would gag every time!
Ford, it's so much fun to gross you out!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if that's a deconstructed couch. title is interesting and mysterious to me.
ReplyDeletealways enjoy your words Tess...another good one
ReplyDeleteI love this guy.
ReplyDeleteAnd you.
And your poetry.
Enjoy your poem and listening to RAD's voice.
ReplyDeleteYet another perfectly composed and perfectly balanced gem.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully laconic, Tess! Great prompt too. I started a poem with the lines, 'East, west, home's best / hole in ground or cuckoo's nest' and then it stalled!
ReplyDeleteI think you should use the photo of the eye in the vodka glass as a future prompt actually - it made me smile! Lovely poem, as always!!!
ReplyDeleteIn our house, it's emergency Bushmills!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this very much, Tess.
Every line a wonderful thought to take in.....but that last line is steller Tess! :-)
ReplyDeleteSo many rich images..magically come together!
ReplyDeleteNesting at his own time! I wonder what size the egg if there is! And the resultant off-spring! Whew! A home is where one is relaxed.
ReplyDeleteHank
Maybe a faulty autoclave - it all sounds rather messy and delightfully lover-ly.
ReplyDeleteI think it is the left eye as well:-) Your poem sat well with me...and the prompt took me a while to get a spark, but I did so thank you!
ReplyDelete"the red tape is kept under the sink" Love it!!!
ReplyDeleteYou just about had me on this one, I was stumped but finally it came to me. These are such fantastic challenges, you make me stretch my wings of imagination. Thank you.
The concoction of your words and RAD's voice simply make Sunday's a treat! I love that cigarette, too!
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Great way for that prompt.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my favorites from you.
ReplyDeleteAnd I laughed when I saw your "click to embiggen" instruction.
=)
A FREAK BEAVER ACCIDENT!?!?!?! HAhahahahahaAHHAAHAHHHHH! There's just way too much funny about that...
ReplyDeleteA FREAK BEAVER ACCIDENT!?!?!?! HAhahahahahaAHHAAHAHHHHH! There's just way too much funny about that...
ReplyDeleteNice touches of the surreal Tess
ReplyDeleteDear Readers, thank you for coming to read my stuff, and for taking the time to leave such lovely comments. I appreciate every one.
ReplyDeleteone's nest can be a container of those things important... so enjoyed the kiss...
ReplyDeletesomeone said something somewhere about the courtesy of the guy taking his shoes off
ReplyDeletesilly boy
that is to tell the next guy that someone else is inside