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Pink_Dust

Ron Padgett's Pink Dust

Mike Silverton


Pink Dust
Ron Padgett
New York Review Books Poets, Mar 2025

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he thing about Ron Padgett’s poetry I find most engaging is its diction’s lucidity—you could as easily call it simplicity—as concoctions of surreal delight, which he crafts with a feather-light touch. An example: 

A haiku went up into a tree
and sat there on a limb
it had just made up.

As to the collection's title:

There used to be an eraser
in the shape of a wheel, pink,
attached to a little brush, black,
for erasing pencil words
and then brushing away the residue,
a little pink dust, . . .

I remember these erasers. Do they still exist? (They do. Amazon offers them as collectibles, $19.50.) Padgett’s pink dust calls to mind a monumentally huge eraser with brush by approximate contemporaries, Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen, dating from 1999, Typewriter Eraser, Scale X. Padgett’s an old guy who, to this older guy’s great satisfaction, labels one of the book’s three sections Geezer. The other two are Residue and Lockdown. Another pleasure from Geezer:

I put some stamps
on the envelope, maybe enough,
I don’t know.
The Post office
should accept it
as is, because
I made an effort.
The post office should look
at the envelope and say
“Well, he made an effort.” 

Indeed. Padgett’s published work goes back to the Sixties. Pink Dust is the most recent of an enormous queue, though I doubt it’s the last. I wish us both long life and health. 



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