Monday, August 29, 2011

she considers




She'll do it neat  
surgically quick
Lavoris-clean in white shoes
like a 1960s doctor

rendering him lobscouse
Capote-cold blood overhead
like an icky red umbrella

fresh fodder for ants and crows
left crusted in poison ivy
for the American Pickers to find

she drives off
in a Lyndon Johnson limousine
to a quiet destination for a smoke

it feels good...

but his eyes are open
looking at her
like she just stole his bicycle



Tess Kincaid
August, 2011




reading: the excellent R.A.D. Stainforth, Black Dogs
image:  Red Umbrella, Christopher Shay

Thursday, August 25, 2011

and the pursuit of happiness



My daughter, Elspeth, recently gave me a signed copy of Maira Kalman's delightful book, And the Pursuit of Happiness.  She saw it in her favorite book shop, Three Lives & Company, Greenwich Village, and knew I would love it.

She was right, I immediately connected with Kalman's wonderful idiosyncratic style.  We obviously have the same sense of humor, and I laughed out loud at her delightful remarks, since they could have easily been my own.

Inspired by the 2008 elections, Kalman embarked on a yearlong investigation of democracy and how it works, from town hall meetings in Vermont to the inner chambers of the Supreme Court.  And the Pursuit of Happiness is a diary of her quirky drawings and observations in a lovely tribute to American history and democracy. Anyone who can make this statement, is one after my own heart:

The more I read, the more entranced I became.  
Over 15,000 books have been written about Lincoln.  
I won't claim to have read them all , or even any.  
But it became clear, as I tumbled into his world, that he had a magnetic appeal.  
I looked at images. I looked deep into his eyes and found that I was falling in love. 
In love with A. Lincoln.


Kalman has also written children's books (another of my passions) about Max Stravinsky, the poet-dog, as well as done covers for the New Yorker.  She is definitely on my A List.


Monday, August 22, 2011

kings of siam




A line of royals
traveling lazy Susans
some kind of magicians

we learn to stutter
use hand signals
stretch wide as wings
in the open wind

our fleshy transmitters
pick up signals
from Sky King
or King Kong

there is no wrong
side of the tracks
only rock, paper, scissors

we ride around like sultans
meaning no harm



Tess Kincaid
August, 2011




Recorded by the most competent R.A.D. Stainforth.  Check out his excellent blog, Black Dogs.


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I found this unidentified photo in a stack of ephemera in a Missouri antique shop. 

Thursday, August 18, 2011

abandoned america iv



The Barn and the Down


It stood in the sunset sky
Like the straight-backed down,
Many a time - the barn
At the edge of the town,

So hug and dark that it seemed
It was the hill
Till the gable's precipice proved
it impossible.

The great down in the west
Grew into sight,
A barn stored full to the ridge
With black of night;

And the barn fell to a barn
Or even less
Before critical eyes and its own
Late mightiness.

But far down and near barn and I
Since then have smiled,
Having seen my new cautiousness
By itself beguiled

To disdain what seemed the barn
Till a few steps changed
It past all doubt to the down;
So the barn was avenged.


Edward Thomas

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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

destination




My walls are covered
in cave writings

transferable graffiti
between generations

passed between
number one daughters

like passwords
in the air at the first snow

tribal smudges bruise
my Achilles' heel

to scrape squeegee clean
or saddle-up and ride



Tess Kincaid
August, 2011 




Thanks to R.A.D. Stainforth for reading this piece.  Check out his excellent blog, Black Dogs.


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Friday, August 12, 2011

abandoned america iii





Nails


Aliens would render us useless
if they sucked all our nails
with some powerful magnet
like a big vacuum sweeping
up bobby pins

we would be a mess
without our carpet tacks
and gutter spikes
penny size brads
hammered down with the gusto
and sweat of a nation's brawn

a rapture of galvanized proportions
they'd leave the buns and beehives
of our landscape
in disheveled heaps, raped
uncoiffed bedrooms and barns
bad hair days scattered
across America



Tess Kincaid



nails, abandoned barn, Dublin, Ohio
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Recorded by the talented R.A.D. Stainforth.  Check out his excellent blog, Black Dogs.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

tomato tart with a baked egg


Ever go to a practically empty fridge and wonder what you can toss together for supper?  I like to keep a box of puff pastry on hand, and almost always have tomatoes, eggs and cheese.  Dom, at Belleau Kitchen, inspired this quick, spur of moment little summer meal.  Yum.

1 roll ready made puff pastry
1 package of vine-ripened tomatoes
5 tablespoons strong cheese
1 egg
salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
rosemary (I didn't have fresh on hand, so used dry)

Slice the tomatoes and lay them in an oven-proof roasting pan, drizzle with olive oil and balsamic vinegar and roast for 20 minutes at 325.  Roll out the pastry, score a line around the edge, about an inch from the end. Grate cheese on top, add roasted tomatoes, and crack an egg on top.  Bake until golden brown, about 15 minutes at 375.  I sprinkled Parmesan cheese on each slice before serving.

Monday, August 8, 2011

twilight


Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947


Is it hares
or do rabbits dance
after the sun sets
in a peeved lilac bowl?

Is it written in some shepherd's almanac
or in the creases of a woodsman's hand?

Who holds the secret
that brings the bucolic vamp
infant and ancient

to swagger her spell
from the curve of her neck
hot, humming
like a boiling samovar?

Two long fingers twist high in a vee
strong with branches for many birds

she signals bats to circle
swifts to weave tribal high
in tribute above cattails
dame's rocket

before spitting out the bruised sky
chewed and swallowed



Tess Kincaid
August, 2011







Many thanks to the talented R.A.D. Stainforth for reading this piece.


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Saturday, August 6, 2011

abandoned america ii

abandoned barn, Dublin, Ohio, July 2011
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Tall nettles cover up, as they have done
These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:
Only the elm butt tops, the nettles now.

This corner of the farmyard I like most:
As well as any bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.


Edward Thomas  1878-1917














Thanks to R.A.D. Stainforth for this lovely poem.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

rosso pesto dip


It seems my posting of summer dips has evolved into a series.  Here's another goody that's delicious and super-fast to toss together.  Mash together 6 ounces of crumbled Feta, 1 cup of Greek yogurt or sour cream, and 1/2 cup of rosso (red) pesto (if you can't find it, chopped oil-packed sun-dried tomatoes will do the trick). Season with salt and freshly ground pepper.  Serve with pretzel or pita chips or veggies.  (I leave out the salt, if I'm serving it with the pretzel chips.)  This stuff is amazing.

Monday, August 1, 2011

libra



Nailed down
beside the road

wind turbines
stand motionless

hot with rows
of utility poles

limp American flag
such a prisoner as I

pass the brewery
air heavy in hops

empty beer cans
last night's vodka

along the way
I see your face

imagine myself
on a plane lifting  

above the dull
I walk in the door

pull on the fan
and exhale




Tess Kincaid
July, 2011




Recorded by the lovely R.A.D. Stainforth.  Check out his excellent blog, Black Dogs.

image:  Skip Hunt




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