After a torturous hour of
math (algebra to be exact)
I start dinner: Middle Eastern stew:
Cardamom, Coriander, and Turmeric.
Cooking is a little like math, but
much more like art. My mind begins
to ease as Bach pumps out
one of his symphonies from
the CD player. The stew boils, and
I want to go outside and play,
chase windmills. Where’s Sancho?
Dulcinea’s here, frustrated by my inept
ability in the equation game.
I fucking despise algebra.
Where’s the Bluebird, the Sunflower,
Bukowski or Eugene O’Neill?
I want to smell a six-week-old puppy,
taste Van Gogh yellow, fuck until
I can’t walk, and ease my
way into old age.
Vivaldi plays his victorious song.
And I know I’ll conquer the
numbers game, but probably not
before it drives me crazy;
actually, it’s a short putt.
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It may be a short putt but it’s a giant leap for 21st century poetry sir .. good on ya n all that bloomin jazz .. Neville
Thanks, brother.
Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Cooking is art, math, & science all rolled in one. Most of all it’s relaxing in my experience. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I’ve never been good at math. Though I like cooking. Nice poem Thomas. 🙂
lol. Thanks
I used to think that if I “fucked until I couldn’t walk”, I would never get old. Funny the nonsense I believed when I was young. She left and I got old!!! But, I did learn that sanity is overrated. I threw out my Wadsworth and took up with e.e. cummings, Pablo Neruda and went on “The Road” with the beats.
In reading your poem, Thomas, I am once again reminded how much I love to cook, smell puppies, and skip along the road to joust with windmills!!! Dulcinea del Toboso, I am coming!!! And “To Dream the Impossible Dream”.
-Curt
lol. Thank you my friend.
Oh lordy…I hate math and I struggle with recipes. Maybe the one is causation of the other? I do best when I just randomly toss things in the stew pot. Maybe some of us aren’t meant to be scripted? I love how music wove through this one. Brilliantly executed!
Thank you so much.