Kitchen Sink Poems

Trilby · 12-17-2011, 08:53 AM

Weird stuff you think of whilst dazing out the kitchen window as you wash the dishes to try to take your mind off your aching back.

My head is a sieve
No matter how much I give
It leaks
O
U
T
plop!
A big Noah douche
of knowledge
A Flood-
From Ape to Beal-
Zebub
passed through --
left not a trace --
No sign
to mark the place
of things I once knew
For a millimeter moment or
a second or two.
It's sad.
It's true.

But the days keep
Rushing
Onward
Forward
Towards me
in a ceaseless seeming
March of Do!
There's no time to
Wattle and daub
Only marvel.

I mean, with my head so empty and all.

jimhelm · 12-17-2011, 11:22 AM

And the scalding water does not clean
The years of work from these hands
This lemon scent, it does not mean
That they use lemons to clean pans

HungLikeJesus · 12-17-2011, 11:34 AM

I like the poem!

Griff · 12-17-2011, 12:15 PM

Excellent!

Trilby · 12-17-2011, 12:31 PM

thanks. Modest blush.

why does jimhelm get to best me at everything?

Huh? Whhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyy???????????????????????

better call me the Wahmbulance.

monster · 12-17-2011, 01:06 PM

I like ur pome, bri.

Lamplighter · 12-17-2011, 01:11 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Brianna

thanks. Modest blush.

why does jimhelm get to best me at everything?

Huh? Whhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyy???????????????????????

better call me the Wahmbulance.

Jim's isn't better, just different, and later.

Bri, just think of how you inspired him.

Trilby · 12-17-2011, 01:33 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lamplighter

Bri, just think of how you inspired him.

*hand up to forehead in dramatic pose*

Always the muse, never the Artist!

jimhelm · 12-17-2011, 04:41 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lamplighter

Jim's isn't better, just different, and later.

Bri, just think of how you inspired him.

this.

I was there because of what you wrote. It gave me a strong mental image. Thats good poetry, Doll. you're better than I am.

ZenGum · 12-17-2011, 04:46 PM

Dug out of memory:

Am I cleaning plates?
Or making water dirty?
Or making dirt wet?

infinite monkey · 12-18-2011, 07:43 AM

It's wonderful, Bri! Great free association.

You probably know about the movie genre Kitchen Sink Realism:

Quote:

Kitchen sink realism (or kitchen sink drama) is a term coined to describe a British cultural movement which developed in the late 1950s and early 1960s in theatre, art, novels, film and television plays, whose 'heroes' usually could be described as angry young men. It used a style of social realism, which often depicted the domestic situations of working-class Britons living in rented accommodation and spending their off-hours drinking in grimy pubs, to explore social issues and political controversies.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitchen...n_sink_realism

One of my all-time favorites The L-shaped Room is in this category.

Lately, I've been writing dashboard songs. I'll tell my car "Daisy Head Mayzie, we have a lot of driving to do today, but then you can rest, then we only have to go to work two days next week and you get a vacation!"

This seques into me singing songs about my life. Really off key, semi-rhyming, with intricate notes and backgrounds. Free associating ideas, admonitions, with some Pollyanna to trail off...kind of a rock opera only it's not rock and it's not opera. It's not even music.

I think all this tells me I need to talk to people more.

Trilby · 12-18-2011, 08:08 AM

Ha! When I'm feeling really good I do a version of that singing/free association myself!

I feels good and natural - like an extension.

lately, though, I've been really bogged down with my son.

Ugh.

Soon, soon, he will be in his own abode and I can breathe free.

at least that's what I'm hoping.

I've been feeling so stifled - so restricted. Like walking on egg shells.

The boy YELLED at me FOR CLOSING HIS BEDROOM DOOR.

see - I'm NOT supposed to touch his stuff. Which, by 'stuff', extends to his fucking bedroom door.
who knew?

infinite monkey · 12-18-2011, 08:14 AM

I really really really feel your pain. It's horrible. Just awful.

When you can breathe free again you'll often forget that you can...and the sudden realization that you can is outstanding.

Hang in there a little longer.

DanaC · 12-18-2011, 08:20 AM

Brilliant poem, Bri. I really like it. One of those poems youread and think...Oooh..wish I'd written that!

Trilby · 12-18-2011, 08:46 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by DanaC

Brilliant poem, Bri. I really like it. One of those poems youread and think...Oooh..wish I'd written that!

High praise, indeed!!

thanks!

It's a toy car. But that's ok. I WANT to work with the great big archetypes, but I can't even control my terrier.

12-17-2011, 08:53 AM	#1
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	Kitchen Sink Poems Weird stuff you think of whilst dazing out the kitchen window as you wash the dishes to try to take your mind off your aching back. My head is a sieve No matter how much I give It leaks O U T plop! A big Noah douche of knowledge A Flood- From Ape to Beal- Zebub passed through -- left not a trace -- No sign to mark the place of things I once knew For a millimeter moment or a second or two. It's sad. It's true. But the days keep Rushing Onward Forward Towards me in a ceaseless seeming March of Do! There's no time to Wattle and daub Only marvel. I mean, with my head so empty and all. __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum

12-17-2011, 11:22 AM	#2
jimhelm a beautiful fool Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: 39.939705 Posts: 4,504	And the scalding water does not clean The years of work from these hands This lemon scent, it does not mean That they use lemons to clean pans __________________ There's a Shadow just behind me. Shrouding every step I take. Making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. _tool

12-17-2011, 11:34 AM	#3
HungLikeJesus Only looks like a disaster tourist Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: above 7,000 feet Posts: 7,208	I like the poem! __________________ Keep Your Bodies Off My Lawn SteveDallas's Random Thread Picker.

12-17-2011, 12:15 PM	#4
Griff still says videotape Join Date: Feb 2001 Posts: 26,813	Excellent! __________________ If you would only recognize that life is hard, things would be so much easier for you. - Louis D. Brandeis

12-17-2011, 12:31 PM	#5
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	thanks. Modest blush. why does jimhelm get to best me at everything? Huh? Whhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyy??????????????????????? better call me the Wahmbulance. __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum

12-17-2011, 01:06 PM	#6
monster I hear them call the tide Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Perpetual Chaos Posts: 30,852	I like ur pome, bri. __________________ The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity Amelia Earhart

12-17-2011, 04:46 PM	#10
ZenGum Doctor Wtf Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Badelaide, Baustralia Posts: 12,861	Dug out of memory: Am I cleaning plates? Or making water dirty? Or making dirt wet? __________________ Shut up and hug. MoreThanPretty, Nov 5, 2008. Just because I'm nominally polite, does not make me a pussy. Sundae Girl.

12-18-2011, 08:08 AM	#12
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	Ha! When I'm feeling really good I do a version of that singing/free association myself! I feels good and natural - like an extension. lately, though, I've been really bogged down with my son. Ugh. Soon, soon, he will be in his own abode and I can breathe free. at least that's what I'm hoping. I've been feeling so stifled - so restricted. Like walking on egg shells. The boy YELLED at me FOR CLOSING HIS BEDROOM DOOR. see - I'm NOT supposed to touch his stuff. Which, by 'stuff', extends to his fucking bedroom door. who knew? __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum

12-18-2011, 08:14 AM	#13
infinite monkey Person who doesn't update the user title Join Date: Mar 2011 Posts: 13,002	I really really really feel your pain. It's horrible. Just awful. When you can breathe free again you'll often forget that you can...and the sudden realization that you can is outstanding. Hang in there a little longer.

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