Sunday, December 4, 2011

Magpie Tales 94: Lunchroom Marxism



Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art 
Photo provided by Tess Kincaid



commodities


there are tightropes we 
all walk, every soul 

balancing identical needs - 
a proletariat kind of 
common bond. 


Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker

Post Script:  No, I'm not a Marxist.  Neither, really,  was he.  

19 comments:

  1. nice..tight ropes and common bonds...do we walk them or let them slip around....

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  2. The common bond as it is here shown never feels like much of an invitation to join, not for me.

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  3. 'Proles'? Indeed! :) 1984 type...

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  4. Yes, lined up very efficiently--taking care of "business". Excellent.

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  5. A common bond....wonderful writing Rick!!!

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  6. a tight rope of common bonds..nice work...My balance is not good. I tend to topple from "common" tightrope

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  7. The human condition in a nut-shell.

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  8. Yes you are right, they are commodities.

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  9. Oh yeah, I love your post script, too...

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  10. Short and ...sweet? "Communalities". Thanks.
    PEACE

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  11. All in this together .. I like the vibe.

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  12. I hinted at comrades
    I loved this

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  13. Thank you for sharing this unique perspective!

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  14. Tightropes, indeed...You got to the core.

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  15. So true and so well put. Congrats!

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  16. some cafeterias can be as dangerous as a tightrope walk over the grand canyon

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