P is for Pyrex and Poetry - A to Z Writing Challenge topic
via Pyrex Collective. She writes:
I got this starburst casserole dish recently and saw one just like it that ended up selling on Ebay for $120! Can any of you tell me about it -- when it was made, if it was a promotional, what the pattern name is, etc? Do any of you know why it would sell for so much? I'm assuming it was bidder's frenzy and that two people just REALLY wanted it a lot! Regardless of how much it's worth, it's not leaving my collection any time soon!
Here is some pink Pyrex for sale on www.shopgoodwill.com.
On a different subject, April is National Poetry Month and in recognition of that I give you:
(Don't stop there - keep scrolling down for the last tidbit re photography ...)
Why I Am Not a Painter
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting is
going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.
Just had to add this ...