Eating, Drinking, Making Love
Poetry can be, and ought to be, the most sensual of the literary arts, and I love to read poetry that is also sensual in its subject matter. There’s a lot of of sexually sensual poetry — among my favorites, work from Beth Gylys, Jenny Factor, Jill Alexander Essbaum, and John Hollander — but not much about food or drink. In fact, Auden claimed the only decent drinking poem in English was about solitary drinking:
I have no pain, dear mother now,
But, Oh, I am so dry.
So connect me to a brewery
And leave me here to die.
I have written only one drinking poem, and those I’ve written about eating do not have enjoying the meal as their focus. I’ll have to fix that. But I do have poems about making love, and I wrote another this morning, a Petrarchan sonnet, and podcast it.
Update 11:22 I tried to use php to regenerate the podcast page and failed miserably. So I’ve reverted to plain html, and fixed the link to the podcast.