Wednesday, November 29, 2017
which keeps you afloat. And where does it comes from? Somedays from the sky into a watery depth. Sometimes from the unconscious, upward. And sometimes, it's pure horizon. A body at rest.
Meals are like this, too. And while we're on slippery subjects, aren't reflections liquid pools of tar?Others might suggest, ink of squid. I'm fine with either.
But isn't she fetching? Force for the good. Pele? Demeter? Grab a pomegranate or a bunch of beets. Fix them for sharing. While the beets roast and just after washing your hands of pomegranate paint, put down words on a page. See what happens. And in the waiting...?
The orange season. Pumpkins, squash, orange-red leaves. At its core, persimmons are the building blocks of an autumn kitchen. And to poetry, imagine that. Every third poem has a wink to persimmons. Every six, pomegranates. Just do the math.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
or a very specific and practical tool? Perhaps you never see but if it wasn't invented the simple would not function? Ball bearings? Makes me think of writing. Without a pencil and its progeny, which words would have gone unwritten. Without a mirror, which masks, silent. Think of the kitchen as a laboratory of invention. Spoons, spatulas, strainers, saucepans. Moving away from the beguiling "s" sounds -- can openers, mandolins, rice cooker, knives. You get the point No pun intended.