Saturday, September 8, 2012

Strawberries. Which two words both describe strawberries and the poetry I've been reading?

Unseasonable ripe.

If you allow 4 words -- Unseasonably ripe. Luscious. Plentiful.

So you ask, what am I reading? Our Lady of the Ruins by Traci Brimhall. How Things Are, James Richardson. As I mentioned a day or so ago, Anne Carson's Antigonick illustrated by Bianca Stone. Tell me, do you believe you become what you read? Hope so. Tell me, do you become what you eat?

Minimalist Epic: Recipe for ripe strawberries

No adornment.
Eat often.
Lick fingers.

1 comment:

  1. MT's p 28

    Wobbling back to the frame
    She visits only too frequently
    the idea of eternity

    Picture a small table
    by the window, pen and paper
    tea and strawberries
    elicit only pictures of themselves
    creating more pictures