... or Woman Who Ambles With The Dog
Or how about a culinary metaphor...?How to Make PoetryFirst, throw away this recipe. Then learnto cook yourself; don’t be a slaveto master chefs. But taste them, knowwhat food you like, where your utensils are. Preheat the mind to 98.6 degrees.Then chill, and feel ideas condensefrom fast nerves into ink-like bloodexcruciating from your finger tips. Now let it sit, coagulate,then blend it well with aged zest.Reform it in your chosen mold, adjustits shape, remove the fat. Next, marinade a little whilein logic--not till overdone: let it beraw, with the life blood still in it.Do this many times until it burns to be unleashed,naked and angry on the world.(C) Lloyd Alan Fletcher, 1995--Lloyd
Don't forget the mushy peas.