1.self-massagebody like doughneeds kneading.2. nervousmore than 40 years of baking -this morningfor an artist.3. economicalhave denied myself warmththru recent cold days loaves and ishare the fire.4. the gift - for Micki was drinking Porter "Irish" you sayi'll be making a Spelt loaf with honeyNOTSoda Breadwith buttermilk.5. sunwill silently digestthe crumbsof this morning'sreveries.
LAURA was my mother's school-friend in Alexandria, in the 1930's, but now living in Athens, if she is still alive. It is almost two years since i last heard her voice on the phone.We shared a few, long conversations following my telling her that Mum had died. She was deeply touched by my missives with that news and wanted to be in touch and keep some connection as she had always kept in touch over the decades by letter and telephone.
LAURA's home was literally across the street from where my mother's family - the TAWA's - lived in Rue Canope. She would wave to them from her balcony - wave to Berthe (my mother) & Lydie (my mother's elder sister, who followed her to England after WW2 and became a second mother to us Hemensley children). Lydie and Berthe were the last of seven children. LAURA said she would stand and wave, and gaze at the five beautiful Tawa girls. LAURA said ,that her mother had told her to make friends with them, so she did
The little Mouse face-to-face with the Grizzly on the cover of Mary Oliver's book reminds me of the little one seen on my walk t'other day stretched-out on Radipole's outer perimeter path a red bead of blood like a regurgitated small redcurrant seemingly caught in its mouth. Mary would've stopped and taken it home for a ceremonial burial in her garden under an apple or damson tree. She would have taken the time even if she were being stalked by a Grizzly to stoop and carry it home. i did not. That is what separates great poets from the also-rans.
1)she wasnot unlikea spanish girlsprawled thereon a boardwalkin the sunin her hipsters bare midriffdeep belly-buttonset in a sallow skin&on a hot july afternoonsparks come alive in mewalking on Weymouth's sands& after 35 yearsi wishi could rememberher name.2)awake all nightnot touching youan owl perchednear the open windowa bowl of chestnutsto keep the spiders awaywondering howto get into your armsor was it justa bad dream?*(JULY 2005/AUGUST 2010/JANUARY 2013)*
i) Every day eating from empty bowl. ii) Eat from bowl, become empty. iii) Bowl of sustenance, eat evidence. iv) Eat bowl before it eats you. v) Bowl too good for fancy miso. vi) Empty bowl, best bowl. vii) Drop bowl, drop self. viii) Empty bowl, a delusion. ix) Regarding bowl, mind empties. x) Bowl empty, mind empty.
1. Cook your own life. 2. Cook today, not tomorrow. 3. Cook as if your life depends on it. 4. Cook mature, chunky miso instantly. 5. Cook without relying on ingredients. 6. Cook should also prepare loving words. 7. Cook bows for deeper flavour. 8. Cook everywhere, not just in kitchen. 9. Cook and cook until morning star appears. 10. Cook almost empty, eat-up now.
*K. What is the sound of one hand chopping?*Golden GOJI Hermitage25 . ii . 2011*