Literally. I made this bowl too thin, and played with one high edge too much, trying to shape it into a sort of pitcher mouth. Then I got creative and messed with all four edges, resulting in the out-turned sides. That was ok, but the real mistake was the glazing job, obviously: Kinsvale Gold sort of worked for the inside, but Volcanic Green (a new glaze we have) was a bit disastrous (or: my application of it was disastrous). I can’t wait til I know what I’m doing! But til then, let this be a lesson: ugly bowls come, ugly bowls go, but you can still eat ice cream out of them.
This was an experiment for my workshop class. I chose to do it with Ryan because he’s usually game for this kind of thing, and bored in a van for hours on end while embarking on his west coast tour. Funny how quickly we diverted from poetic themes and contorted the genre to become an alternative means of conversation. The string below spans several days. Key: He’s (Mont)blue, I’m green.
The penne’s pretty
in its crude tomato bath.
Will it taste relaxed?
Will it plant the seed
within my body’s garden
to bear more bright fruit?
I’ll take a nap now.
Will get back to you later.
This is still haiku.
And I’ll eat penne
which smells like the new roses
on kitchen table.
Left my phone at home.
Haiku through email today.
I need an escape.
So, I too, need one.
Sick as a mangy dog now.
Scared about the shows.
Scared your throat’s too sore?
Where are you playing tonight?
Drink tea with honey.
Good idea, Bon Bon.
We’re playing in Wisconsin.
Beautiful lake town.
I hear it’s cold there.
Solo acoustic or band?
Too bad it’s Monday.
Cold now but soon warm.
This place will come alive, Bon.
They do love us here.
Did your show sell out?
Who’s opening? I want dibs
on a soft t-shirt.
This one’s in a bar,
No tickets, no opener.
And no shirt for you!
I hope you won’t have
screaming drunk girls in the front
showing you their boobs.
Boobs I can handle.
Screaming people are far worse.
Kidding about shirt.
I’m eating ice cream:
mint chocolate chip with almonds
in a homemade bowl.
Speaking of, I made you
a nice bowl in pottery.
Will glaze it this week.
New idea, post-show:
email me a phone photo
related to gig.
Can’t wait for my bowl!
Sorry, I took no pictures.
Driving westward now.
Where are you headed?
It’s sunny in Boston now.
But I could still sleep.
I could sleep all day.
Every day of my life.
Minneapolis.
Let’s have a sleep-off;
I’ll out-sleep you any day!
How’s Minnesota?
Still in Wisconsin
Bring it, buddy, I can SLEEP.
It’s really nice here.
Just bought Peru flight.
Travel insurance covers
death! Dismemberment!
I’m so psyched for you!
Please don’t need that insurance.
Get back in one piece.
If I lose a foot
you can hang it on your wall
in honor of me.
I’m eating lunch from
Buddhist Cultural Center.
Sent you a picture!
We are the same size.
I could use it to keep shape
In my unworn shoes
Buddha lunch to go!
Seems almost sacreligious
Wish I could be there.
A consolation:
the beans were a bit soggy
and had too much spice.
Today I’m wearing
men’s boat shoes like you! But not
as well-loved as yours.
Bad Buddha, I guess
I’ve been wearing the same clothes
For what feels like years.
I think I still have
some of your old t-shirts. Might have
stolen them. Not sure.
I refer mostly
to the brown “Rolla” t-shirt
that I still sleep in.
Police! Tee shirt thief!
No worries, buddy. All good.
But do you have more?
Only merch band shirts.
And that obscene orange shirt
from national park.
That one was a gift.
You are the proud owner of
Big Bone Lick State Park.
