At its best, and perhaps most correctly defined, poetry is the art of using words to convey what words cannot contain. My fascination with poetry probably comes from that, or perhaps from the fact that I’m not naturally very good with words. It seems more natural to me to communicate without words, or with words augmented otherwise (such as with music). So getting words to carry meaning beyond their normal ability strikes me as nearly magical.
The toddy is one of the earliest named drinks, and like others of its time (Collins, Flips, Daisies, etc.) has varied an awful lot along the way. Continue reading
Scientifically speaking, sex can improve your mental capacity. At the risk of putting a spoiler in the lede, the way to get sex to make you smarter is this:
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
(Pablo Neruda, “100 Love Sonnets”)
A bit of a theme today, overlapping two of our main topics. First, some quotes for the thought mill, and shortly I’ll put up one of my favorite poems which blends the subjects deliciously.
All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.
(Charles M. Schulz)
Great food is like great sex. The more you have the more you want.
Only two things that money can’t buy: that’s true love and home grown tomatoes.
(Guy Clark, “Home Grown Tomatoes”)
So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it; and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied; and it is all one.
(M.F.K. Fisher, “The Art of Eating”)
There is no sight on earth more appealing than the sight of a woman making dinner for someone she loves.
Cooking is like love, it should be entered into with abandon or not at all.
(Harriet Van Horne, “Vogue” 10/1956)
See that’s what people don’t get about food. It’s never the food, it’s the love that goes into making it. That’s what’s important.
(Sarah Strohmeyer, “Sweet Love”)
If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him…the people who give you their food give you their heart.”
Thanks to the Doctrine of Signatures, summarized by the notion that if a plant looks like a body part it must be helpful to that part, numerous foods have been declared aphrodisiacs based on their shape. If they actually do produce any amorous effects, one could think of the cause as sort of a Freudian placebo, perhaps coupled (no pun intended) with a Pavlovian response.
On a properly wintery evening, this is often my drink of choice. The “buttered” part tends to cause consternation in those who have not had it. Never let kneejerk reactions get the better of you! It has a very long history as a hot drink ingredient, and for good reason. In this case, it provides a wonderful, smooth topping to sip the rum through, and you will eventually find that it is one of the drink’s chiefest virtues.
Don’t forget: a “diet” is about regular intake or habits, which means both what you do and what you don’t do. Some intentional diets focus on what to leave out of your life – say, processed sugars – and others on what to have enough of – say, cruciform vegetables. It’s all in what you want out of it.
Last week I mentioned that acrostics are, for me, a fun and sometimes useful mental exercise. For a true étude (a more strenuous technical drill) I occasionally do acrostics in a Shakespearean sonnet format, conforming as much as possible to 16th century English as well. Quasi-Elizabethan style, if you will. Quite satisfying.