"Even a potato in a dark cellar has a certain low cunning about him which serves him in excellent stead."
Cellarius, The Book of the Machines
formerly 537neon
a.rawlings' books and chapbooks
- Wide slumber for lepidopterists, Coach House Books 2006 (author), second printing
- W I D E R: B-sides, rarities, and remixes, belladonna* 2006 (author)
- Shift & Switch: New Canadian Poetry, The Mercury Press 2005 (co-editor), second printing
- A Sing Economy, Flim Forum Press 2008 (contributor with François Luong)
- 131.839 slög með bilum, 2007 (includes translated excerpt from WSfL)
- Strong Words: Year Two, Indiepolitik 2007 (contributor)
- Desire, Doom, & Vice, a Canadian Collection, Wingate Press 2005 (contributor)
- Pissing Ice: An Anthology of 'New' Canadian Poets, BookThug 2004 (contributor)
- [a,r] [s'c], housepress 2002 (co-written with Stephen Cain)
- The Common Sky: Canadian Writers Against the War, Three Squares Press 2002 (contributor)
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5 comments:
Wow, that's lovely.
What deliberation he may exercise in the matter of his roots when he is planted in the earth is a thing unknown to us, but we can imagine him saying, "I will have a tuber here and a tuber there, and I will suck whatsoever advantage I can from all my surroundings. This neighbour I will overshadow, and that I will undermine; and what I can do shall be the limit of what I will do. He that is stronger and better placed then I shall overcome me, and him that is weaker I will overcome." The potato says these things by doing them, which is the best of languages!
awesome! Samuel Butler is haunting your blog!
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ahhh, hot potato :)
potatoes under my sink
are giving me the eye
plotting against me
their neighbor oinons
unpeeled and tight lipped
rotters in cahoots
even the plastic bags
want to expand with truth
spill the beans about
where the garbage disposal
hides mistakes and how
the pipes want to sing
dishwasher flushes
and we drain ourselves
into another world
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