foam ever with us


My internet presence seems to have been resurrected, thanks to the caring application by several people of time, skills and resources I lack, particularly Philip Barron.


In gratitude, I thought I would pay some caring attention to foam. That is, polystyrene filled with bubbles — nearly all air. So pure of color, white or pale, it catches my eye always when plastic gathering. It is also always there. And the name of a great book of poetry by Evelyn Reilly.


Then poet, artist and musician Chris Sullivan applied some caring attention to past blog detritus lists of mine and penned a few tunes. Like this one, on which he reports he accompanies himself on “municipal trash receptacle.”

Little Pale Green Foam Peanut Packing Thing

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