mánudagur, maí 07, 2007


I am told that porcelain's connections with pigs, porcellus, go through cowrie shells and cunts. In Icelandic, porcelain is postulín; its apparent affinities, at least, are with the apostles: póstular. Rubbing grime from the slickness of a china chocolate pot found in an antique store, I am left thinking of the Magdelene.

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