if you are looking for the cure
to lonely saturdays and stunted daylight
I will tell you: eat like the Parisians,
with others, with much butter,
with as light of flour as you can sift
and all the window shades up.
The American Board of Health and Fats and Hearts and Drugs and Bottles,
they will try to take your table away from you.
they will cleave your plate with the scalpel
and molecularize every folded light lift of the crepe
and shake photos of gravestones and wide waistlines.
show them to the door. they cannot dissect
the curve of light that sits on the edge of the spoon,
quietly nourishing your eyes, nor detect any trace minerals
in the conversation you are about to have.
What other animal needs professional help in deciding what it should eat? …For most of human history, humans have navigated the question without expert advice. To guide us we had, instead, Culture, which, at least when it comes to food, is really just a fancy word for your mother. What to eat, how much of it to eat, what order in which to eat it, with what and when and with whom have for most of human history been a set of questions long settled and passed down from parents to children without a lot of controversy or fuss. But over the last several decades, mom lost much of her authority over the dinner menu, ceding it to scientists and food marketers and the government…. -Michael Pollan, In Defense of Food
Who knew my food opinions would make it into my poetic excursions? And yet, there are few things closer to my heart (except maybe my husband… so obviously dinner with my husband is tantamount to paradise). If you’re interested in this question, Pollan (or Nina Planck if you’re thinking about becoming a mama) is a great starting place, especially nicely washed down with predecessors like Wes Jackson and Wendell Berry.
I’m taking the time each day to write poetic fragments about moments that teach me, strike me, or puzzle me. And I’m doing it every day for 2013. (Except in February, when it’s twice a day.) Follow along to see what strikes — maybe one day it will be lightning.