Hi Binks,
Sorry, I have not been very communicative with anybody lately -- the pile of e-mails in my inbox to which I haven't yet responded is starting to bear a certain resemblance to a queue for tickets for the Sex and the City movie, in length if not in glamour!
I have some health issues and a monumental case of writer's block -- it's not a good combination (bloody depressing, in fact). I'm trying to do something about it by arranging a six-month tutorial period online with a good American poet to get me out of the doldrums -- not cheap, but could be the best investment I've made.
Hey, I liked the pictures -- I think that's about the first time I've seen a poet-centred cartoon. Very creative!
Cheers,
Dave
PS some VERY light verse is about all I have written recently:
Pasta Is Faster
Can yards of steaming vermicelli
really fill the empty belly?
Our chef's all smiles, extremely cocky;
great Gordon Ramsay praised his gnocchi!
The poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti
could not abide hard-boiled spaghetti.
Luciano, weighty feller,
overdid the tagliatelle.
Spice It Up
You want to add a pound of chili?
Respect your guts and don't be silly!
Don't overdo the fenugreek:
you'll send your curries up the creek.
If garlic seems like oral bliss,
your love may die upon a kiss.
Meditative
When munching on a fresh terrine
one tends to feel one's most serene.
Indeed, it's hard to maintain spleen,
let alone mouth words obscene
or hanker after Miss Spring Queen,
of whom one's had some thoughts unclean,
while munching on a fresh terrine.
