3 October 2005

Found things

As I revealed in a previous posting, I have a passionate interest in found things of all kinds, and the artistic and poetic potentialities there can be in accidents.

One of the sites I look at habitually, at least since Michael Leddy turned me on to it, is Found Magazine, which catalogues found objects, especially notes and photographs. I came across this one recently, and it struck me immediately how similar it is to a well-known poem by William Carlos Williams, who in turn was attempting to capture the unwitting poetic resonance these kind of objects can posses. This is a nice circularity that I find very telling.

The poem, written in 1934:


I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


Not the 6 o'clock news said...

A bygone era of innocence - truely, to be treasured.

I am the Queen of F*%&ING EVERYTHNG...OK!! said...

Something which I would have loved to have and framed upon my wall...bit like onld invoices and such..only better