Monday, January 11, 2010

When the song ends, is the poem finished?

Or is the poem in the happening stage?

This assumes words are energy – sound, color, vibration. Right now, where are you and your poem on the color wheel?

Most times, I cook to the sound of Andrea Bocelli. Often this happens:

IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO HAVE TOO MANY RECIPES WITH FUYU PERSIMMONS. This one has rice.

2 Fuyu persimmons or more: peeled & sliced
walnuts, roasted
rosemary (fresh)
pepper to taste
lemon olive oil
asparagus, steamed
rice, cooked
spinach, uncooked
sliced raw mushrooms

to cooked rice
add lemon olive oil, rosemary
as rice cools
add walnuts, asparagus, persimmon
add pepper to taste
mix well

cover serving plate with spinach
arrange sliced mushrooms along rim
add rice mixture (above) in center of plate
drizzle with additional lemon olive oil

2 comments:

  1. a quiet day
    remembering that I asked to see your poem
    and then you took it back

    See, I was staring at the last line
    and thinking, whose hand was out of reach

    not mine I hoped
    never mine

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  2. Poems are recipes
    recipes are poems
    speaking
    eating
    somewhat the same.

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