y66 Posted March 10, 2010 Report Share Posted March 10, 2010 Puttanesca by Michael Heffernan Before I gave up wondering why everythingwas a lot of nothing worth losing or getting back,I took out a jar of olives, a bottle of capers,a container of leftover tomato sauce with onions,put a generous portion of each in olive oiljust hot enough but not too hot,along with some minced garlic and a whole can of anchovies,until the mixture smelled like a streetwalker's sweat,then emptied it onto a half pound of penne, beautifully al dente,under a heap of grated pecorino romanoin a wide bowl sprinkled with fresh chopped parsley.If you had been there, I would have given you half,and asked you whether its heavenly bitternessmade you remember anything you had once loved. from The Night Breeze Off the Ocean © Eastern Washington University Press, 2005. Reprinted with permission at http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kenberg Posted March 10, 2010 Report Share Posted March 10, 2010 I'll be damned, I actually like that. I have a long history of completely missing the point of poetic imagery. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
y66 Posted March 10, 2010 Author Report Share Posted March 10, 2010 Yeah, it's funny how many people just don't dig poetry, man. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jjbrr Posted March 10, 2010 Report Share Posted March 10, 2010 especially food porn poetry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PassedOut Posted March 10, 2010 Report Share Posted March 10, 2010 Yeah, it's funny how many people just don't dig poetry, man. Always click your poetry links, and always glad I did. Thanks. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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