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Oddly on the mark, Bill. Even if I don’t know half of it. Here, many still hold ‘garage slew,’ at which, I assume,people pick up more suff while others get rid of it… Doug On Aug 11, 2015, at 3:46 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Stuff sneaks up on you, squats, settles, millstones. > Shifting stuff, trudgesome, fraught with unpredictability. > > Madness cassette, worth £35 to some Pom I've never met. > INXS tape in a flip-top box wings its way to Belgium. > > Shintaro in purple tunic, brandishing sword left-handedly, > on creased cardboard card starts an eBay bidding frenzy. > > But do you reckon anybody'll take this comfy chair? > 27 views on Gumtree but no takers. Nor for the old fridge > > - still chills to the bone but who will travel, who heft? > Washing machine, top-loader, clarifies but will not entice. > > Nor can a solid queen bed attract prone potentiality. > Anti-capitalism thrives. Stuff, once it hits house, moulders. > > Only knick-knacks move. Hang on: a phone call - > Someone wants my analog TV - good for video games. > > What's a fair price for televisual retrocity. How's free > sound? Sounds good, he says. Finally, some vacancies > > opening up, carpet spaces clearing. A Chinese takes > a juicer and microwave for $100 and eyes off a water tank! > > Stuff comes in as light as a breeze, assumes its place. > Asked politely to leave, it sulks, limpets, looms. > > Stuff this stuff. Feel the stuffing knocked out of me. > At least redgum whittles down to comforting coals. > > bw Douglas Barbour [log in to unmask] Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress). Recording Dates (Rubicon Press). Done in by creation itself. I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too. The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books? We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming? Robert Kroetsch.