Tuesday, November 20, 2012


"Ode to the Hostess Un-Dead": A Poem

Row after row with strict impunity
The aging packages yield their labels to the element,
The wind whirrs through the factory without recollection;
In the riven gutters the splayed boxes
Pile up, of financial warfare the casual sacrament
To the seasonal eternity of liquidation;
Then driven by the greedy scrutiny
Of corporations to their prominent placement in the vast supermarket,
They stand as an apocalyptic barrier to physical decay.

Autumn is desolation in the plot
Of a thousand bodegas where these sense memories grow
From the inexhaustible factories that are not
Dead, but feed the peckish row after mouth-rich row.
Think of the autumns that have come and gone!–
Ambitious November with the popular brands of the year,
With a particular zeal for every convenience snack food,
Staining the uncomfortable survivors that rot
On the slabs, a fruit pie chipped here, a Ding Dong there:
The brute curiosity of a pigeon's stare
Turns you, like them, to eternal chewiness,
Transforms the fruited air
Till plunged to a heavier, denser world below
You shift your weight out of the couch groove blindly
Heaving, turning like the blind crab.

Dazed by the negotiations, only the negotiations
The paperwork flying, plunge

You know who have waited by the fridge
The twilight certainty of a hungry animal,
Those midnight restitutions of the stomach
You know—the fiddly wrappers, the gooshy cream
Of the Twinkie, the sudden call: you know the rage,
The burning emptiness left by the mounting appetite,
Of muted Family Guy and Robot Chicken.
You who have waited for the angry resolution
Of those desires that should be yours tomorrow,
You know the unimportant shrift of bankruptcy
And praise the hunger
And praise the sad circumstance
Of those employees who refuse to fall
Rank upon rank, hurried beyond decision–
Here by the HR desk, threatened by capitalism.

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Nicole Cliffe, legend in her own time.


Oh that was very good. @y


What are we waiting for, assembled in the supermarket?
-Bankruptcy is due here today.

Why no noise on the factory floor?
Why do the cream injectors sit creamless?
-Because the bankruptcy is coming today.
-What's the point in injecting anything now?
-Once the liquidators are here, they'll do the creaming.

Why has the upper management run off today,
wearing their bespoke, their italian-cut suits?
-Because the bankruptcy is coming today
-And they had to spend their liquidation bonuses on something.

Why haven't the media turned up as usual,
to reference Zombieland, make stoner jokes?
-Because the bankruptcy is coming today
-And it's much too dry and technical to joke about.

Why this sudden bewilderment, this confusion?
(How serious people's faces have become)
-Because the court has decreed the bankruptcy won't come yet.
-And some people are saying we won't be bankrupt any longer.

Now what's to made of this without the bankruptcy?
It offered such a neat end to the narrative.


To strive, to seek, to find, and not to chew.

Regina Phalange

Nicole, this is amazing.
And, "overrated" comments aside - aren't you even a little bit curious to see how Sylvia Plath would handle this loss? (I THINK THERE WOULD BE SOME SEXIN' METAPHORS, IF I AIN'T BEING TOO SUBTLE.)


This is way better than the original.


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