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Author: Awkward
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real ice and real dust: treasure trove...

i would... ice from your hands
because it would take me back to the north,
from the south
you could sell ice to me.

and i would sell you dust from my shirt
because it would show you what woodsmoke smells like
and ochre
and sandalwood too
and you would get a good price,

ice and dust,
dust and ice,
both trap vital clues to what went before.


we can send ice and dust by e-mail now
as we send our dee-en-ay,
no longer on a stamp now,
but on the pages of a face book...

i would buy real ice
and you would receive real dust.

and that would be alright.

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  Yes, you can do anything by e-mail now. And what's interesting to me is the notebook you write in, because it is a poetry, writing is a poetry; making marks into the dead wood, although if we follow a certain view the ideas of what is dead and what is alive become harder to differentiate, happily. But there is something different from writing into a notebook and writing into a web page, surely? We'd have to consider it but I'd say yes. Yes we might consider the difference.

But in any respect, one can see there is a change between the ice we send with the body, and the ice we send in text. And how the text influences what we can or could do.

Now how do I make a comment without creating an idyll of "yes, this is what the poem says"? How?

How? How? How?

You feel free to tell me how to do it.
| Posted on 2021-10-06 00:00:00 | by Wolfwatching | [ Reply to This ]
  I love the prevailing elements here, ice and dust and how you connect them to your relationship with this person. I also enjoyed the form of this poem, not many people like to write like this anymore- the aesthetic / visual aspect of a poem. The ending was perfect, exactly what the reader is seeking to feel comfortable, a cool closure so to speak. Lovely work!
| Posted on 2021-01-15 00:00:00 | by AutumnLeaves | [ Reply to This ]
  ice: that frozen aich too oh stuff.

i enjoy the north
not for the ice though.
my mitochondrial dna can be found there now so
parts of it are truly magical and are not to be traded for dust;
(not even for scents of sandalwood, woodsmoke or ochre)

currently, i too would and do buy ice.
cranky old men sell me ice
cranky old men sometimes just bring me ice
i am brought ice by cranky young men on occasions too.
if i had ice in my hands, i would give it freely.
i know the value of ice.

i am presently too well dusted and am eager to shake it
off my sandals. but i know it will come with me wherever i go. it has penetrated my everything
and so i am am resigned to the fact that i will carry it north.

on analysis,
my dna is from the north
from a latitude higher than John O’Groats.
that will tell you why i gravitate northwards.
...........and i would have told Oliver Postgate that i
was a distant descendant of grunhilda if he had only asked.
(and grolliffe would bring me ice if he could navigate this far.)
| Posted on 2020-07-27 00:00:00 | by Alter idem | [ Reply to This ]
  It's interesting to think that the act of exchanging, trading, the ice and dust is what makes them real in the end. That is ultimately our gain in this adventure.

The only thing that felt off to me was the tension towards the end: the refusal of the formalism of science against the easy acceptance of the new ways. I don't know what to do with it.

Yours is Keith, mine is...
| Posted on 2019-08-21 00:00:00 | by Outlaw | [ Reply to This ]
  I read this several times a what stands out to me is the simplicity of the message. Oh there's still the depth that is a hallmark of your writing, but at the heart of this is the message of "take me as I am with all my gritty parts." The ice and dust become metaphors for how our environments help form us, but we accept all of that when we accept the person. Your line about woodsmoke made my brain go directly to my husband. it's a send I associate with him. I often joke with him how strange it is that I find the scent an aphrodisiac of sorts. It wouldn't work for a lot of women but it works for us, and yes, that's okay.
| Posted on 2019-05-07 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ] ice from your hands
because it would take me back to the north,
from the south
you could sell ice to me.

The most critical word (for me) in this opening section is 'yes.' because it brings meaning to other key information. We're (we are) ((you are)) talking about a person of regions, and he is saying that he's from there but perhaps presently over here....
so that yes really hits home and kind of talks about a man with two homes, maybe.

Anyway, the yes is beautiful because it lifts your eyes back up to the opening line which speaks about proximity and the transfer of touch but before it even does that, in an unspoken way it brings to mind that saying 'you could sell ice to an eskimo'

and. i just have to say i found that completely kool and endearing. Being from NZ and living in the states i completely understanding what you are saying there when you are not saying it, it's kind of like when i hear the thick and unchanged accents of my countrymen, my family or my mum.

So, a statement of love. That first section is very close up and intimate and I'm always kind of amazed with how much you can say in just a little bit. I like the universal (love and what is valued) v the regional where what is in abundance in one area might be seen as a novelty or highly prized in another. I like the way it places the guy as a bit of an oddity or in the awkward position of being to see two ways down the looking glass, hard to explain but it's like there is one stream of him, two different people. Somehow in all of this that is comforting.

I have a hello kitty bandage on my little shower shelf thingy from when bre-anna stayed (and a scratch on my coffee table)
and a little racetrack (gas station) sachet i stuck to a nail on my wall from where she dumped her large-sized coffee on the hood of my car- and these are the things, the little things we remember.

like i said, this did my spirit good.
| Posted on 2019-05-01 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
  This did my spirit good to read.
| Posted on 2019-04-03 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]

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