inspiration
When I begin the process of changing menus, I pick up random works of art, music, and poetry for inspiration. If I told you the amount of menu items that were inspired by Neil Young’s “old man” you would run me out of town, which you will probably end up doing anyways.
This time around I picked up this old number, it’s in this cook’s opinion, one of the most beautiful love poems ever written–of course it’s not without its detractors, but what art isn’t? It has been running laps in my mind on these sleepless nights.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands -- e. e. cummings
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Dear Mr. Shef Z,
I have a poem for you:
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
This is a blog about food, not poetry…Stew!
I would have preferred a dirty limmerick. At least I understand those.
I am a poet…and don’t even know it,
Dee Wayne
actually…a whole menu inspired by dirty limmericks would be interesting…I once knew a man from Nantucket
…who liked to eat diver scallop. It’s supposed to rhyme right?
Last night your guest left a haiku in the chef’s table book. She was making sure not to be too long winded and wanted to capture her feelings about the experience. She confessed her last guest book entry was about a page long. Talk about poetry inspiring people, your food inspires poetry!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWovzUEe4l8
Thanks ribchick, man that was nice.
“nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands” is the the epigraph to The Glass Menagerie….so if E.E. Cummings can inspire Tennessee Williams- I am excited to see what he will do for STEWARTTTTT
Great taste in poetry, Shef!