(i)
Among everything moving —
the gulls and the kelp lifting and again
or slumping in the early heat
Lego® is still.
(ii)
400 billion since Adam –
fecund almost exponential –
36,000 in the time it took to read this:
enough.
(iii)
I found one this morning
battered matt orange (was fire engine glossy)
abraded by the seabed as it abraded
faded by UV and salt as it imperceptibly
faded.
(iv)
lego is pig-Danish/Latin for put together
yet alone resembles a stone,
once part of the consumer spiral,
now the sedimentary cycle –
sand to stone to sand.
(v)
< 2 grams of
acrylonitrile
butadiene
styrene,
of forests buried, compressed and liquefied in hot rocks,
tapped by money makes the world
catalysed, injected, marketed, lionised.
(vi)
I kept my Lego® in a tin
ardent pipers chased nymphs
round the battered lid.
(vii) – A speculation
(a) Maybe blown
from a young engineer’s imagination
on the Oriana’s deck as as it steamed through the Heads
while parents at the railing watched the new country
— so clear, so harsh — come into view.
(b) dragged down for an age –
and then yesterday’s storm freed
tossed with weed
and fishing line
and remains of drink cans
where dog and I
walked.
(viii)
it’ll take another hundred years –
like a juniper reversed,
slough off a molecule or two
until fully dispersed
into our great plastic sea.
Here’s Wallace Stevens’ Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird Also linked to Thotpurge’s Micro-Poetry month – #8 – and now dverse open link #209. And if you’ve ever wondered…here’s how they’re made…
This won 2nd prize in the Vita Brevis monthly poetry competition – March 2018.
Peter this is fantastic.. thanks for sharing. That tin with the pipers, that absolute waste of non biodegradable plastic churning in our seas and yet firing the imagination of the young… all the images that will stay with me. Who knew one could build verses with Lego blocks!!
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Goes to prove that you can build anything with a Lego®. Even stanzas snap together. My favourite? Without doubt vii “blown from a young engineer’s imagination”.
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super poem & cool linx: merci!
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Avec plaisir 😀 (ps really enjoying your chapbook gulf pines
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pleased to hear this. tossing stuff out into the cybersphere is risky, never really knowing… so this is encouraging. watch for more!
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I like the different views based on Steven’s format~ I specially like vi poem ~
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Thanks Grace – I can still see that battered old tin – it’s almost like a red lego block from 50 years ago somehow made it to a beach in Australia 🙂
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And how they tried to get us so excited about polymer potential in grade school… Excellent, sad poem, Peter.
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Thanks Amaya.
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That Stevens poem is always an inspiration. Even to our plastic world. (K)
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Yes, it’s a great poem – and so radical even today.
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I always thought legos were wonderful, could always work to balance unbalanced furniture, then remembered they were plastic and would end in the ocean, who will eat them?
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Exactly.
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I liked (iv) the best especially the consumer spiral.
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Peter, You have done the marvelous. An ordinary item of an ordinary moment in the hands of an artist and beauty emerges.
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I have to echo what other’s have said. The Steven’s format is excellent and I still remember how many good poems it inspired when we had it as a prompt. There is a magic how the different part kaleidoscope into something truly marvelous which is even better than its parts (like many pieces of lego)
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This is very clever and a delight to read.
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Glad you liked it.
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I love your poem. Brilliant vantages of a bygone era. Confession: my son had Legos… though never at sea. Once he built whatever the kit was, I had him put the directions away and build from his imagination. Too bad I didn’t have him do that with language instead. I never thought about the toxic consequences of them. Next poetic challenge: the so-called green lithium batteries! 🙂
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I am the lego. We are the lego. Together, we become a multitude of greatness; alone we are a stone consumed, destined to decompose at a painfully slow and pointless rate. This poem is a deep ocean.
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Thank you 🙂
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That was really great. A good, long meditation!
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Glad you liked it (couldn’t quite countenance the 13 tho :-))
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What a fantastic poem. The small and big picture reflection of your words is inspiring. Congratulations for winning on Vita Brevis. I would not have found your poem otherwise.
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Thanks Ali, glad you liked it.
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I’m still trying to work out if Lego is a force for good or a force for evil. I know it’s plastic, but it has fostered so much creativity in my kids. I always had it in my office – all those kids with ADHD loved fiddling with it. It’s virtually indestructible, so…
Love this poem. It goes to so many places.
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