One of my favorite soups is an adage for clarity in a poem. The fog is thick as slit pea soup.
Poetry & cooking adhere to laws of physics. A body (whether it be carrot or word) moves towards or away from. In this conversation, "from" denotes clarity. Same can be said of a line.
Now, what we haven't discussed is whether clarity good or bad. Or for that matter, fog.
PERSONAL MYTH (2)
ReplyDeleteNinety-nine per cent logistics, as if edgy art could ferry the depths to the island commuter town. Entrances to the donut parlors darkened as the bums cheered the wrong team. She cooks brussel sprouts. Checking the laundry, she crushes the wet hedge and bribery came to mind. A bowl of soup might do the trick, but not the kind he always makes.