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Monday, July 12, 2010

This is not an ad for $tarbuck$


Is it legible? You're not thinking: What the hell is arrwed?

All right. So the assignment was this: If you want to go on world tour with the Eegit's Poetry Bus this week, write something on something.

On something. Literarally. Titus the Dog wrote poems on stones. It's that kind of week. I looked around for something to write on. I could have written on the dust that blanketed my car, but dear Joe wiped it down Sunday morning. Nothing clicked.

Then I handled my recycled $tarbuck$ cup, the one my muddy chai latte came in the other day. The poem poured out of me like a lukewarm breve with cinnamon. The reason it did, I guess, is the thought that caffeine increases the heart rate. The joys of free association.

Dominic at Made Out of Words dreamed this up. He wrote an ode on a banana. He'll have some very creative writers at his place. I've off to check them out.

23 comments:

the walking man said...

I like the words you wrote but I can't believe you drink the nastiest coffee in the world. Bitter over roasted robusto bean. Yuck!

RNSANE said...

Nothing surprises me, dear Chris...if I can write a poem on liver and onions, anything is possible!

izzy said...

Thanks for the caffeine ! I cannot upload pictures -the tab
(H*tml)doesn't work-Later on I will write SOMEthing...after civic duty.

CiCi said...

I read it as "arrived" the first time. Like it, on a coffee to go cup. Way more original than a paper napkin.

Woman in a Window said...

Clever clever you - cup and all. I was intrigued (with good reason) coming over here.

xo
erin

The Bug said...

I like it! Writing it on the cup was a great idea - but I also really like the poem itself. I think that's how I'd feel if I lost Dr. M. Awww...

The Bug said...

I like it! Writing it on the cup was a great idea - but I also really like the poem itself. I think that's how I'd feel if I lost Dr. M. Awww...

Dominic Rivron said...

Good one! The combination of text and object evoke all sorts of possibilities.

Anonymous said...

"...you make it all possible. Way to go." If you read that line above your poem in a sarcastic tone it really fits with what you wrote.
Awesome poem! - G

Niamh B said...

Cool, yes I was wondering about Arrwed, but figured it out finally, and it's a lovely little piece on the perfect setting I think.

Brian Miller said...

brilliant chris...love that you wrote it on a coffee cup...they are dear to me as they hold life giving brew...which played well with your verse...hope your vitals walk back in the door...smiles.

Magpie said...

I could read it just fine and it was awesome! I love it. I'm going to check out the others. Happy Monday!

Monkey Man said...

Fun creative.

Argent said...

ery nice poem - I like the last bit of life without a pulse. Well observed I think.

Peter Goulding said...

Is that without a pulse as in without a bean, or without a heartbeat?
I think you should write a poem about Arrwed at the nest.

Dianne said...

ha! my drug of choice, when the lust wears off....
see you at poet's night out!

Unknown said...

I'm not too sure whether to rejoice or to cry. A great poem and I love the object you've chosen to write it on.

Unknown said...

I love it...and I love how the cup is christened with the blood of latte :)

Have you ever written on a banana skin in ballpoint?
you gotta try that sometime.

Peace ~ Rene

Dr. Jeanne Iris said...

I love the choked feeling of a break-up that this engenders... on a Starbucks coffee cup to boot. Great! :)

Syd said...

Nice poem. I'm with the Walking Man--can't do Starbucks--too bitter.

Erratic Thoughts said...

Ahhaaa...
Ideas click over a cup of coffee...
Too good... :)

A funny angle to it: It sounds like a cry after u finished the coffee :)

~Cheers
MD

Helen said...

Absolutely loved this ....

Kat Mortensen said...

Loved this! So many of us are caffeine-fiends for the very reason, I think, that the heart rate (what's the past tense of wrought?) many great words as a result of it. This is one example of such.

Kat