November 20, 2005
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Ode to the Laminator, circa 2000
or
Experimentus Poetus: The Laminator
Hot-pressed plastic and lingering
liniments.
Joins inanimate objects with its
searing filaments.Cut, paste–PRESS! my creative
vein–
Shining, glossing, protecting
the plain.Everybody wants a laminator–something
to dress:
Am I your lamination, or your
laminating press?Do you cut, past and press me, or
I, you?
Who runs who through, all shiny
and new?
Comments (12)
I Loves ma laminator. I use it almost every day. At work I am known as the Laa-maa-na-Tor…and yes I’ll Be Baack
drew man how have you been its been a bloody long time since we last talked….im fine things are going well, im back at work and thats all ive been really doing. i head back to spain for a few weeks in Jan. and i think im going to head up to germany for a few days…..talk you soon cheers bil
i’ve been awaiting the carpenters first appearance. hooray for karen. ahhh, christmas like buttah melting all over a christmas turkey.
after all the years that i had asked you to cite me that poem you do it. i feel honoured even if you forgot that i asked you about it. that is ok. i forgot what i wrote about for you? something scheisse i am sure.
roy
yes, nice poem. i was thinking about how nice it would be to have a laminator the other day when my roommate was making flash cards for her english class. perhaps she would like your poem, too.
ooh, i have to get that christmas CD! i remember listening to yours last year and telling myself it was a must for next year!! great poem!
This reminds me of a song I heard about an overhead projector.
hey man. that’s my favorite christmas cd. i like the carpenters. hope you’re doing well.
you know what, put that to a beat and you got yourself a hit!!
nice…I accidentally started my official Christmas celebration today.
dood!! Wassup??? Haven’t heard from you in a while… Hope all is well with ya! Happy Thanksgiving to you my canadian friend!
I am moved by your words…they express the profound emotions of my heart toward my laminator, emotions too intense for my mortal mouth to speak