i wrote this to stave my boredom whilst inside the belly of the Ikea Leviathan. So this poem has been to hell & back.

Ikea Soliloquy

The magpies won’t exculpate us
even though we scared off all their competitors
& they alone occupy the cherry blossom
on the brink of renewal
— they’d do well for a diet of worms
though, rather than discarded noodles.

Bored, marched reluctantly to Ikea,
i consider the magpie’s greed: i feel like
i’m being dragged through a bramble hedge
: everything looks like leaves & twigs,
shelves of nest building materials; the spittle of birds
for gluing things, sold in tiny tubes; poor
verisimilitudes for sun, moon & stars.
Shoppers are wingless magpies with credit cards.

Posted by:DPM

DPM is an idea-logue (sic) and object-oriented speculative realist, attempting to be response-able in an irresponse-able society.

14 thoughts on “Ikea Soliloquy

  1. Having experience of Korean magpies and hating shopping, I love this one. I will never look at shoppers without thinking of magpies again.

    1. Ikea is tragi-comic, it blows my mind how serious some folk take it, writing this poem at least kept my mind busy & my eyes away from the neon panels of light. Thanks for your comment.

  2. Very evocative, Daniel, for me the bramble hedge particularly. So much time I’ve spent in the ikea world, following instructions, and knowing that afterwards I’ll have all the nest-building pleasure that an allen key can bring 😉 .

    1. Funny you mention allen key, as a draft version had more DIY in it, but it just didn’t get to the cynosure of my intent, it felt too technical & i wanted that cross between magpie’s / consumers & the nest as a thing of nature. The magpie is an obvious choice, its love of glimmering stuffs, but it is also a survivor, so the DIY got muscled out, it’s a sonnet after all.

      1. Of course when circumstance permits, but i don’t think i do technical well enough to warrant the venture there, i write poems that force, they are an attempt to over emphasize the mundane, strong lines of hyperbole that really at the core say something acutely simple. Keep it technical Steve, that’s why i return to you time & again: somebody has to do what i can’t so i can enjoy it.

      2. Thanks Daniel. For me, my experience in technical fields is just window dressing, and what you’re describing, a way to see beyond the mundane to what life is really about is the gift of poetry. But yes I will, I don’t really have a choice 😉 .

      3. No Steve pal. i don’t describe “beyond the mundane” i describe the mundane as it is, in a way that merely gives it expression in excess of what is necessary to give it form. There are ample ways to do anything. i, like you, do what i feel right for me & hold my hands & pray for it to be as rain in the making of people fertile to it.

      4. I think I see, beyond is not the right word. I suppose I see these basic truths as being hidden, as in not seeing the forest for the trees.

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