Showing posts with label purple carrots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label purple carrots. Show all posts

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Observe. Are poems vehicles to observe?

If so, what do they see and who is doing the seeing? Is the way a poem embodies what it sees its gesture to the ear and to the page?



Thus, can we extrapolate -- does food observe both cook & eater? Does this observation begin the craft of taste?

Again, purple carrots. A knife completes the observation.