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February 18, 2014 by Watt Childress 1 Comment

Unknown-5

 

Pick a medium, any medium.
Shuffle it with streamlined themes
and magic random thoughts.
Cut it, quick, whoever you are.

Now hide it from the pros
who’ve done every dream.
Think you can. Know you can.
Pour paintings, burn songs.
Pray long and hard for your blog.

Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the Feller Kiln way.
You watch.
Revelations will unfold and
a moment comes clear,
bold as the ace of diamonds.

Where to then?
Do your gifts hang low?
Be they wabi-sabi for hip economists?

Yes! Oh no. Yes!
To market, to market,
the jury smells blood.
Do they buy, sell,
or briefly close in?
Pick one, guess.

Next time, promise.
No tricks.

__________________________________________________

Notes:

– As explained by wikipedia, the Feller Kiln brought contemporary design to wood firing by re-using unburnt gas from the chimney to heat intake air before it enters the firebox. This leads to an even shorter firing cycle and less wood consumption.

– As further explained, wabi-sabi represents a comprehensive world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection. Characteristics include asymmetry, asperity (roughness or irregularity), simplicity, economy, austerity, modesty, intimacy and appreciation of the ingenuous integrity of natural objects and processes.

 

Filed Under: Poetry, ULE Tagged With: Feller Kiln, wabi-sabi

About Watt Childress

Watt owns Jupiter's Books in Cannon Beach, Oregon and he publishes the Upper Left Edge. He has written for HIPFiSH, The Daily Astorian, The North Coast Citizen, The Seaside Signal, The Oregonian, and The Vancouver Observer. Also Appalachian Magazine, The Kingsport Times-News, The Tennessean, The Third Eye, Farmazine, The Griot, and Presbyterian Survey. His lettered compulsion took a turn, thirty-some years ago, when he began sending odd columns to the Reverend Billy Lloyd Hults, former publisher of The Upper Left Edge. Watt lives on a tiny hill-farm perched beside the Nehalem Valley. There he and his kin care for dairy goats, chickens, ducks, dogs, newts and other critters.

Comments

  1. Rick Bonn says

    February 26, 2014 at 9:25 pm

    I think I’ll change my name to Wabi-Sabi. Thanks, Watt.

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  • Watt Childress April 28, 2025 at 11:48 am on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltAlso, you inspired me to insert a sentence crediting Hoyt Axton with the song's genesis. Many thanks!
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  • Jim Stewart April 27, 2025 at 8:26 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltNice! Hoyt Axton wrote the Jeremiah song and sang it with great gusto. Life wanders on and I'm still glad
  • Watt Childress April 26, 2025 at 3:51 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltDuring spring I think of you, and all the May Pole celebrations you've organized over the years. So grateful for
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