Fwd: A nomination

[Mark Kohut]

somebody---buddies---new to GR because of the birthday party....



---------- Forwarded message ---------
From: Marty Amerikaner <marty.amerikaner at gmail.com>
Date: Mon, Mar 13, 2023 at 4:17 PM
Subject: A nomination
To: Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com>, Stephen Ayraud <sayraud at mac.com>,
Dottie Jeffries <dottiejeffries at gmail.com>, Mary Rowles <
rowles.mary at gmail.com>, Maylene Reisbig <mreisbig at gmail.com>


I hereby nominate the following as “The Sentence Of The Day”.     P 130 of
guess what book

“In the pipefitters’ sheds, icicled, rattling when the gales are in the
Straits, here’s thousands of old used toothpaste tubes, heaped often to the
ceilings, thousands of somber man-mornings made tolerable, transformed to
mint fumes and bleak song that left white spots across the quicksilver
mirrors from Harrow to Gravesend, thousands of children who pestled foam up
out of soft mortars of mouths, who lost easily a thousand times as many
words among the chalky bubbles—bed-going complaints, timid announcements of
love, news of fat or translucent, fuzzy or gentle beings from the country
under the counterpane—uncounted soapy-liquorice moments spat and flushed
down to sewers and the slow-scumming gray estuary, the morning mouths
growing with the day tobacco and fish-furred, dry with fear, foul with
idleness, flooded at thoughts of impossible meals, settling instead for the
week’s offal in gland pies, Household Milk, broken biscuits at half the
usual points, and isn’t menthol a marvelous invention to take just enough
of it away each morning, down to become dusty oversize bubbles tessellating
tough and stagnant among the tar shorelines, the intricate draftsmanship of
outlets feeding, multiplying out to sea, as one by one these old toothpaste
tubes are emptied and returned to the War, heaps of dimly fragrant metal,
phantoms of peppermint in the winter shacks, each tube wrinkled or embossed
by the unconscious hands of London, written over in interference-patterns,
hand against hand, waiting now—it is true return—to be melted for solder,
for plate, alloyed for castings, bearings, gasketry, hidden smokeshriek
linings the children of that other domestic incarnation will never see.”


Any competitors???

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