POETRY DISPATCH No. 372 | May 10, 2012
KRISTIN THACHER
Lament of a Potter, Poet, Paper-Maker…
36 heirloom tomatoes
to get into the ground soon,
plus two giant pumpkin plants;
a vision of a pot like a spring moon trying to surface;
three collages of handmade paper sumi-nagashi with leaves,
and sticks being arranged, rearranged, put away, taken out, rearranged;
trying to get a little book put together for the oral history project of 14 living treasures
(I will never, ever do a book by committee again!);
have to get up early to write poetry before the rest of the day
picks me up like a tornado and sets me down elsewhere;
too many invoices, too many bureaucratic forms,
too many grant proposals,
too many meetings;
wifery
smilery
sweepery,
billery,
bah!
–Kristin Thacher
poetry dispatch & other notes from the underground 
seems like this poem reflects a very corperate schedule–like when I was working in NYC –what’s the point of art?–PRODUCT CREATION???–if we adhere to the virtue of BUSYNESS- we shall soon have the whole planet paved !–GOODY !
Kris, THAT was perfect. Excellery! I can SO relate to this!
Like a line drawing of emotions, that give the essence of the frustrations of the mundane. Love the flow / makes me realise how to get like this is draining. I should take time out throw a pot just for the sake of it. Nothing else lasts.
What the poem fails to say, is that Kris will do each of these things, yes, even the smilery, with a level of excellence that most of us only dream about while (sort of) accomplishing our one or two little tasks. Brava, Kris!