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.
And I’ve added a food blog, Orangette, and Susie Bright’s Journal to the sidebar. Can you recommend a delightfully serious drinking site?
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.







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The dogs are all gone out
To bark at the wheeling stars
Give to me a pint of stout
And a woman long-limbed and yar
Your turn Mike, write the next quatrain and I’ll follow that up. If you want, add a refrain.
You’re on, Patrick, but I’m driving in to DC today to pick up a new computer. It may be a day or so …
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