It's a matter of math.
Soup improves with addition. Say carrots, or onions, or garlic, or potatoes, or more water, or cooked beets. Yes, I mean cooked beets -- golden or red.
Poetry improves with subtraction. Others call it editing.
Soup and poetry both connect on the level of beets. Surround yourself with the nutritious. With the colorful. Nothing more that necessary. Nothing less.
Hypotheticals (continued)
ReplyDeleteThat afternoon in quiet contemplation
the merchant saw in himself a tragic flaw
he would undertake the smallest mission
and see it through until the end
Once set upon a certain trail of intrigue
his determination would harden
until no distraction however pleasant
could throw him off the scent
Thus it was while enjoying a bowl of soup
that he happened on a new approach to the problem
and began to savor the ingredients
as a new plan took shape in his mind