Undiscovered. What is undiscovered in a poem?

Conversation between poet and reader, unheard? Misinterpreted? Weak translation? Out-of-synch energy?


The undiscovered with food? Unfamiliar? Exotic? Seaweed salad for some. Salted & brined. Mac & cheese.

Empty. When is a poem empty?

After a poem reaches a fullness, it begins to empty. Nothing. Nothing is (static about a poem). Neither the writing nor the reading of.



Cooking, too, is about change -- empty to full. A plate begins without food and ends without (much if any). Fruit and vegetables ripen. Empty, full, and empty into harvest which a bounty of words describe.

Cracks. Honestly, what are the cracks in a poem?

Crevices. Fissures. Line breaks. Signature -- pen & dream. Frost & breath.



Honest cracks in food? Eggs & crackers, of course. Crackers of all stripes -- plain, seeded, herbed, wasabi.

Typewriter. Were poems different in the heyday of the typewriter?

What was writing like before cutting/pasting? Multiple versions. No online journals; visual poems were fewer and hand-crafted. No hypertext -- http://www.hesscollection.com/art/maler.html




Which brings us to the equipment of cooking. Wood spoon, spatula, peeler, knife. Blender or food processor. Gas or electric one. Seesaw of meditation and ease/speed. Every decision influences & informs the outcome.

Rain. How is the probability of rain today like a poem?

Full-sun with a zero percent chance of rain here and still like a poem, the belief in the non-constant, i.e, knowing the improbable is plausible and in time, will occur. Even the briefest poem is a picture window to change. Readers can attest.



Food is ripe with examples. In winter the mind is reluctant to believe peaches; the mouth never losses faith. Lunch -- a peach salad with shiso and feta and almonds. If there be a constant it is olive oil. And olives.

Dull. What makes poetry dull?

What is the root, the cause of? The poet? Reader? The age? Combination? Alignment of constellations? Dense fog? Is there a school of dull poetry? To an individual's ears does a particular arrangement of words always register insufficient light; lack luster?


To my mouth, a few of the American classics are dull -- mac and cheese, mashed potatoes. Saw a restaurant recently who was fashioning-up mac & cheese. Truffle oil and the like. Chic-chic dull, to me.

Crow. What do poems have to crow about?

The smaller question -- are poems at all connected to birds, tar, and caw?

The simple answer: yes. The more complex: probably, and at times in particular configurations.



The same can be said of food, well served. Enjoy and at every instance crow about all which is ripe. Stone fruit in particular.