B H Fairchild
B H Fairchild Poems
|1.||Old Men Playing Basketball||7/2/2015|
|5.||Early Occult Memory Systems Of The Lower Midwest||3/6/2012|
|9.||The Art Of The Lathe||1/1/2004|
|10.||Thermoregulation In Winter Moths||1/1/2004|
|11.||Body And Soul||1/1/2004|
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The Art Of The Lathe
Leonardo imagined the first one.
The next was a pole lathe with a drive cord,
illustrated in Plumier's L'art de tourner en perfection.
Then Ramsden, Vauconson, the great Maudslay,
his student Roberts, Fox, Clement, Whitworth.
The long line of machinists to my left
lean into their work, ungloved hands adjusting the calipers,
tapping the bit lightly with their fingertips.
Each man withdraws into his house of work:
the rough cut, shearing of iron by tempered steel,
blue-black threads lifting like locks of hair,
then breaking over bevel and ridge.
Oil and ...