~~~
how to cook a poem/poetic theology
so many ways,
but one favored
after oh so many trials
after oh so many errors
taste tastings, plenty,
some good, some feh
some inspired, some liared,
but it's the process
the methodology,
that becomes your
poetic theology,
of
how to cook a poem
slow simmer,
as if it was
a hearty filling stew,
with the red wine,
you flavored,
for style unique
stew
over it,
add pinches of
contradicting adjectives
icy hot,
bland spice
and not everything nice,
bitter herbs,
fatalistic flaws
make it
to
make the left and the right
side of the brain
argue and engage,
let it taste of the foment,
of unease, disease,
and the
coming to terms
with the
alternating au courant currents,
of fashionistas
don't forget
the final seasoning, the finishing
reasoning,
the perfect certainty
of momentary
peace
uncovered, derived, home grown,
after a thirty years war,
and the
perfect uncertainty,
you still aren't sure,
which side won
and why
some fry in nastiness,
some broil,
flaming to burn away,
some boast to roast
of the average angst
that breathing
seems to
require
some peel,
some imbibe the raw,
all get sorted
for even what
writ in haste,
all sourced from ingredients,
taking years of seconds,
in the assembling
the trial and error
the preparation,
required for living a life
cooking poetry
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
~~~
how to cook a poem/poetic theology
so many ways,
but one favored
after oh so many trials
after oh so many errors
taste tastings, plenty,
some good, some feh
some inspired, some liared,
but it's the process
the methodology,
that becomes your
poetic theology,
of
how to cook a poem
slow simmer,
as if it was
a hearty filling stew,
with the red wine,
you flavored,
for style unique
stew
over it,
add pinches of
contradicting adjectives
icy hot,
bland spice
and not everything nice,
bitter herbs,
fatalistic flaws
make it
to
make the left and the right
side of the brain
argue and engage,
let it taste of the foment,
of unease, disease,
and the
coming to terms
with the
alternating au courant currents,
of fashionistas
don't forget
the final seasoning, the finishing
reasoning,
the perfect certainty
of momentary
peace
uncovered, derived, home grown,
after a thirty years war,
and the
perfect uncertainty,
you still aren't sure,
which side won
and why
some fry in nastiness,
some broil,
flaming to burn away,
some boast to roast
of the average angst
that breathing
seems to
require
some peel,
some imbibe the raw,
all get sorted
for even what
writ in haste,
all sourced from ingredients,
taking years of seconds,
in the assembling
the trial and error
the preparation,
required for living a life
cooking poetry
1/17/16
east coast
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