Saturday, 13 January 2007

The Small Box

The small box gets its first teeth
And its small length
Its small width and small emptiness
And all that it has got
The small box is growing bigger
And now the cupboard is in it
That it was in before
And now it grows bigger and bigger and bigger
And now has in it the room
And the house and the town and the land
And the world it was in before
The small box remembers its childhood
And by overgreat longing
It becomes a small box again
Now in the small box
Is the whole world quite tiny
You could put it in a pocket
Easily steal it easily lose it
Take care of the small box.

by Vasco Popa

This poem inspired a whole series of small ceramic pieces and drawings for me.
I'm fascinated by contradictions of scale, models in glass cases, giants and dwarves.
So is Til Nowak, maker of the movie in the post below this.


  1. Ahah! You are a poetry-loving human, like the Reverend Jesse Jackson and Mrs Madonna Ritchie. I must introduce you to my friend Dr Maroon. Where is the green button of which you spoke?

  2. Why, 'tis above the chart-table of my boat, moored in your congo river.
    I fear my similarities with both Mrs Ritchie, and the Reverend Jackson are not extended in many further directions.
    Congratulations on being the first Gorilla to visit here. have a complimentary banana. and a link too.
    I shall seek out the Doctor of whom you speak.

  3. worlds in miniature.......feelings in you believe we truly can contain all that is within us in one simple box?


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