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Thanks, Doug. We will be 'garage slewing' (like that, new coinage to me) on Saturday week, followed the next week by hard rubbish collection. Bill > On 13 Aug 2015, at 12:58 am, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > 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. >