Saturday, May 29, 2010

How is a poetry festival like a farmers' market?

Everything in full swing. Assortment. Colorful. Fragrant. Savory. Pungent.

Meditative vegetables & the hawking of wares.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

What can a poem best memorialize?

Epic aside, the simple observed simply does nicely. Think plum. Think wheelbarrow.

Holiday feasts, take note. Every Thursday is a thanksgiving when the grand minimal is invoked: oysters. Get splashy, top-off with steamed mussels.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Can you imagine writing a poem in a soundless, white room?

Imagine reading that piece. Silently, of course.

Never could I imagine cooking with a palette of only one color. Without music.
My mouth would be swayed by my eyes. Happens sometimes with a poem, too. Pity.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

How many people are thinking of a Mary Oliver poem?

Besides Mary Oliver?

How many cooks are relishing fava beans, mangoes, and the advent of stone fruit? No need to ask why glorious intersections are seamless.

Monday, May 24, 2010

In which 3 ways is poetry time-sensitive?

Seasonal. Influenced by nature and literary fashion.
Age. Of the poet. Of the times.
Experience. The rock-sold daily and the imagination.

A cook is timer-tethered. By


Tonight, serve risotto classico with a sprig of rosemary around which is a ring of the ripest diced tomatoes w/roasted shallots.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Does a poet always have someone in mind?

Is it the nature of poetry to be human – even the most minimal of work, the most abstract language?

I’ve heard it said that every cook cooks with someone in mind. This my grandmother told me. Also, “A meal never lies.”

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Is the poet more like an architect or a builder?


fine finisher?

When the poem does not feel of being constructed, then, is the poet a weaver? A seamstress?

Poet & cook. Do they intersect when they are at their most painterly? Or when practicing riffs? By the way, what menu scores the page.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Is poetry inherently multi-media?

When does poetry most resemble video art? Performance poetry, recorded? YouTube-ing it?

Food like poetry has always been essential as well as entertainment. Now,cooking is hot. Multimedia, print & online. Cook as poet, personality, seer,and bard. Pass the herb-roasted salmon with honey mango/heirloom tomatoes (more than 2 kinds), and pinenuts. Please.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

What 3 things does a poet have in common with a musician?


A signature style gets better in the doing.
The 4th being hunger.

Same can be said of a cook – pacing & pairing, practice, improv, appetite. Now, add a dash of luck.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Do poets have a disproportionate amount of words swirling around their heads?

Or feet? Because, you know, meter. Are there correspondences with other “professions?” Scientist with formulas; construction worker, her nails?

I know this to be true firsthand with cooks. My fingers attract stone fruit (especially mangos, plums & pluots), salmon, shellfish, pears, beets, fennel, and fresh herbs. And a particular woman,
with/without her apron.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Is Ill-Performed Poetry Usually Badly Written?

Can performance and page be separated?
Perception is personal. The body either chirps/coos & hums or crimps & cringes. Sometime response is fashion-driven, bowing to culture or literary stock. Then, there’s the poet’s reputation.

Certain foods have moments of being chic & trendy. Some, inherently abhorrent to one mouth or another. Others just get the job done – every time – without fanfare. No grandstanding. Think, carrot. Think onion.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Is the blank page a spider's web for poetry?

Or venus flytrap?
Either, necessary & yummy.

Remember, food is food.
Real & metaphorical.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

What does the poet say when she doesn't have the right word?

Or any word?

What does the cook do when she doesn’t have the necessary ingredients?
Improv and take-out.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

What can a poet never have too much of?


The cook can never have too many olive dishes. Also, a trio of lemons
at the ready, preferably, one w/stem. Such, symbol & harmony.

Monday, May 10, 2010

How do poems fall?

Some poems fall away like a rhetorical question.
Some keep voice insistent.
Depends upon season & attitude.

Food, too. Are you thinking chocolate chip cookies because yesterday
was Mother's Day?

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Is there one question poets seek?

Or flee?

Cooks are like that with durian and okra. Diners, too, have a love (or repulsion) of organ meats.

"What does this have to do with rhyme?" you ask.
What does daytime reason with poetry?