I only have a few minutes this morning… Not long enough to finish off my *17 review, I’m afraid. But I’ll have that posted later this afternoon. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with this week’s food poem.
This is yet another modern poem by a modern poet, Bernadette Mayer. A New Yorker by birth, Bernadette Mayer is a Renaissance woman (poet, author, editor, dancer) who penned one of my favorite quotes about writing:
Writing is the most ridiculous thing to do. Now you do it out of desire, now not. Who knows what it felt like in other times. To write and write, someone says write a sensible thing, some other a commercial. One is dead like the dead. We write and write thinking it’s better than watching t.v. to attack the typewriter with love and anger faster to say all of memory and being, maybe it doesn’t exist.
Enjoy this morning’s poem, and I’ll be back this afternoon with more…