Monday, January 18, 2010

Compost In Winter


Asparagus stems, orange rinds,
Celery stalks, coffee grinds.
Sleep, my beauties!
The worms come in Springtime.

8 comments:

Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake said...

When I see things like citrus and coffee in the compost, it always amazes me to think that these things were transported from continents away for our pleasure. I know we're all suppose to tut-tut globalization and say a penance to the Earth Mother for using so many "food miles'. But I don't care, it's still really cool to think your compost originated in Sumatra.

Heard once that coffee was the most-traded international commodity, value-wise, anyway. Probably not true anymore, what with oil prices being what they are.

Bruce Gee said...

Python, you're back!!! Write me an email and tell me things! hrtfurn@hughes.net

Bruce Gee said...

Python, you're back!!! Write me an email and tell me things! hrtfurn@hughes.net

Anonymous said...

Nice very nice. Cool. Often have looked down at that same picture (but probably w less diverse citrus when I was in about the seventh grade). C

Anonymous said...

Composting is totally cool. That being said, the photo? It looks a lot like 'piles' I see on sidewalks around the UW campus on Monday morning? If you know what I'm making a reference to - but without making anyone else sick? You know?

Bruce Gee said...

It's art, dude. I don't know what I like, but I know art.

Look at that beautiful composition, heheh!

Anonymous said...

Oh, Ahhrt! Now I look at it with my eye, rather than my stomach, there is a chaotic beauty, a vivid intensity of color and shape that suggests a random but intelligent design. Yet, one yearns for it to become less substantial and more organic as it develops - as is the way with compost and art theories. I accept and appreciate your perspective, Bruce. Mille grazie!

Bruce Gee said...

That's better. Put some "yearning" in your eval, and we artists can empathize.