Breakfast salad tacos. How does a Bst inform a small poetry collection?

Both accommodate a loose structure relying on what is at hand & ripe. That is the sum.
The individual ingredients might include the following:
Persian cucumber
Feta
tomato
black olives
fresh basil
pistachios (oh, those again)
baby lettuces
tomato
pepper
lime olive oil

Think outside the shell, include fresh apricots.

Cohesive & unique. As in signature. As in voice.

Pistachios. How is editing a poem like enjoying pistachios?

Work is necessary to get to the sweetmeat.
You have something tangible (as in taste) when you finish.
The resulting color surprises (delightfully).


What might not be evident --pistachios & mangoes are in the same family. Both are vitamin-rich sources for editing & enjoying a poem.

Mango, tomato & avocado. How does mta relate to poetry?

If you assume as I do that food and poetry share love of the ripe and joy in color, then the connection isn't farfetched. The combination of mango, tomato & avocado serves as a colorful springboard for a salad either opening or closing the meal. Similar to an apt arrangement of words accommodating silence which can occur at the beginning or end of the poem. Throughout, actually.

Sake. Why is sake perfect to accompany the short poem?

Culturally it infused the Japanese short form as well as the poet. It offers clarity and then develops into a soothing fog.

It translates mighty well to the American ku.

And if your mind isn't turned to poetry, sake does sashimi proud. By the way, sake, sashimi and poetry are wasabi friendly.

Tea. How does the taking of tea leach energy from writing a poem?

Or put another way, do coffee drinkers squeeze more angst from each word?

Try an experiment. Drink several pots of tea in the early hours. Pick up a pen. Edit, if you can. No doubt, you'll be grabbing for toast.

And why, is angst necessary? Why squeeze words? Calm, the hurricane's eye.

Split pea soup. How does Sps and clarity relate to poetry?

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.

Picnic food. How does picnic food mimic the editing process of a poem?

The genesis of perfect picnic food is what's in the refrigerator in real time. Here you go -- open said refrigerator (take notes as a detective would), take something out, put the remainder back. You have more; you have less. You are no longer clueless.

The page or digital screen is the refrigerator. Take something out; put something back (sometimes even the same amount). You have been editing that sweet, dear or spicy poem all morning and now you are ravenous.

Begin at the beginning -- open the refrigerator.