Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Color. How does color inform both food & poetry?

At this moment in SF, it is a fine time to be feasting on persimmons with their giant like orange color.

Can there be an absence of color in food -- black licorice or dates? Have we moved
into a discussion of Halloween? What's a terrifying poem? The one that went unwritten.


Minimalist epic: Persimmons masquerading as apples

picked
before
fall
from
tree
shapely
the crunch
thereof
timely

1 comment:

  1. the day after such a force as joining bricks
    and hands and epaulets and cisterns

    the afterthought is one of: get back,
    before an explosion of concrete

    or a flood of angry water
    turns back a shoreline

    these admonitions exact their toll
    and she hastens to run, yet can't

    as in the recurring dream
    which used to wake them both

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