kelly polark turns up the volume

#7 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2010.


        credit: mhthomps.

Okay. Be honest. How many TVs do you have in your house?

Does every member of your family own a cell phone? Everybody with his/her own iPod, laptop, Kindle and digital camera? Does your Wii keep you extra fit? And are you one of those people who simply had to get an iPad the second it went on sale?

Gadgets, gadgets, gadgets. They help us stop time, save time, waste time. How did we ever manage without them? Champion headbanger/comic-in-training/uber-cool blogger Kelly Polark is here to share a poem from her collection about electronic gadgets, Plug into Poetry. She wrote these as part of an assignment for Heidi Roemer’s ABC’s of Poetry course. Seems like a fun way to take a closer look at all those wires and circuits we’ve all become so enamoured with. What has your TV said to you lately?

THE TV SPEAKS

 

Pretty cool, no? I like all the suggestions except “Clean your room.” I would rather have George Clooney come over and help me with my dusting. ☺

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friday feast: julie larios spices things up!

#6 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2010.


 photo by ClixYou.

Hola! Como estas?

What a treat we have today! With her highly evocative poem, Julie Larios is taking us to the colorful, bustling Market in Tepoztlan, Mexico, truly a place to stimulate the senses and get those creative juices flowing.

Mexican cuisine is characterized by such a wide variety of flavors, colors and textures. And it all begins at the market. What fresh fruits and vegetables are in season? Will you be seduced by a papaya, or fall in love with a beautiful tomato? Don’t forget the spices — stock up on chili powder, cilantro, cumin, and cinnamon. Of course you will get some chocolate! Feast on the possibilities, take something home, then create something wonderful in your own kitchen.


photo by Hermann C.

DOMINGO

Black avocados, yellow mangos,
bowls of menudo to start the day.
Tall, cold glass of fresh horchata,
green papayas, pink mamey,
pork pozole, pumpkin seeds,
chiltepines, round and red,
coconut juice and gold guayavas,
then the different names for bread:
little shell and little piglet,
little ear and little horn,
now a cup of spiced hot chocolate,
sweet tamal with cream and corn,
pineapple popsicles, sugar cane,
guava jelly, caramel flan,
herbal tisanes, magic powders:
Market Day in Tepoztlan.

© 2010 Julie Larios. All rights reserved.


photo by _flix.

Julie tells me she is working on a new poetry collection about street food. Naturally, she is partaking of some highly delectable “research” of the lip-smacking kind: “simple, traditional, inexpensive food-cart food” from all over the world. Are you in the mood for Mexican tortas (sandwiches made with chipotle sauce)?

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a tail of tubby tabbies with j. patrick lewis

 #5 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2010.   


 photo by *k t*.       

Holy Meow!

The king of nonsensical verse is here! Purrrrrrrrrrr.

Yes, I knew that when it comes to exuberant, outlandish, riotously funny poems, J. Patrick Lewis is totally the cat’s pajamas. The man sells underwear, for crying out loud, and even has a wickedly chewy collection called, The Bookworm’s Feast: A Potluck of Poems. Hi-Ho Silver Away!

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laura shovan gets her soup on!

#4 in the Poetry Potluck Series celebrating National Poetry Month 2010.


 Blizzard 2010.

*shiver*

Winter of 2010, we’re so glad you’re gone. It’s hard to believe just a month ago we were buried in snow. You forced us to stay home from work, miss school, shovel our driveways for days on end, and make soup.

Oh, wait. We like that part. Soup, only you could comfort us in our darkest, coldest, snowiest hours.

When I sent out the call for recipes, I was hoping someone would bring soup. We couldn’t very well have a Poetry Potluck here without it. I’m so happy Laura Shovan came to the rescue!

Now, I’ll be totally honest. I love that she made Blizzard Soup. I’ll take soup any time. Just leave out the blizzard. But no matter how we “suffer” through harsh winters, there are good moments, too. Laura captured one in, “An Absolute Vista.” It’s a personal snapshot of a familiar world transformed. Here’s what she said about her poem and the soup:

The poem is about the 2003 blizzard we had in Maryland, when my son was six. (It’s a response to William Stafford’s poem, “With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach.”) I created the recipe for “Blizzard Soup” during the 2010 blizzards. Nothing chases away the snow in your boots like chicken soup. I like to sing Lewis Carroll’s, “Beautiful Soup!,” when I’m cooking this — it amuses me and annoys the kids.


 The pear tree in Laura’s poem.

AN ABSOLUTE VISTA

Our six year old climbed a snow bank at the back door
to walk and meet his father.
The snow was deep.
White erased everything — fences, sandbox.
Ground was something to imagine.

Why would he go?
His weight was too slight
to puncture the icy crust with his boots.
Our son floated on the surface, a dark form
crawling away from the house.

Midway he stopped.
No one near but the wind, racing.

My husband left off sweeping pear branches,
strode deeply toward our child,
and lifted him off that shifting surface.
One body, they turned for home,
each step sinking to the good, solid ground.

© 2010 Laura Shovan. All rights reserved.


No need to wait for a blizzard to enjoy this goodness!

BLIZZARD SOUP
(makes a full stock pot, 8 large servings)

Ingredients

6-8 cups chicken stock (homemade if you have it)
2 bay leaves
3/4-1 lb. chicken breast
Spices (chef’s choice)
2 tsp. olive oil
1 large sweet onion
4 ribs celery
6 carrots
1 can white beans
1 can diced tomato
3-4 cups fresh spinach, loosely chopped
Salt and pepper to taste
1/2 cup to 1 cup white wine

Cut the chicken into small dice chunks. Season with your favorite spice mix (we used “Montreal Rub” and cumin), then sauté in the olive oil. While sautéing, put 1 cup of the stock in a large soup pot. Small dice the onion, celery and carrots. Add them to the stock and cook just above a simmer until soft. Drain the chicken pieces and add them to the pot with enough stock to cover. While bringing to a boil, add the beans (Iiquid strained), bay leaves, tomato. Add the spinach, remaining stock and wine. Bring to a full boil, then simmer for 45 minutes. Salt and pepper to taste.

Good topped with shredded cheese!

Nom nom nom . . .
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Laura Shovan (“Mrs. Poems”) is an educator, author, and poet from Howard County, Maryland. She conducts poetry workshops in schools for the Maryland State Arts Council, freelances for several Baltimore publications, and is currently writing a young adult novel about a student newspaper. She’s been active in the Geraldine R. Dodge’s Poetry Foundation Program, and her poems have appeared in a number of literary journals. Most recently, her chapbook, Mountain, Log, Salt and Stone, was awarded the Clarinda Harriss Poetry Prize. For National Poetry Month, she’s doing a special series at her blog, AuthorAmok. She’s going on a “Poetry Road Trip” to all 50 states to check out their poet laureates! I also like that she knows her way around Sherwood Forest (ask her about it sometime).

*All photos, except “Snowman Soup,” copyright © 2010 Laura Shovan. All rights reserved.

Copyright © 2010 Jama Rattigan of jama rattigan’s alphabet soup. All rights reserved.

 

the shockingly clever guest: karen edmisten

#3 in the Poetry Potluck series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2010.


photo by tomanthony.

Clever is as clever does, and I say it’s always good to invite a shockingly clever person to a poetry party.

Take Karen Edmisten, for example. She brought a finely wrought, exquisitely nuanced poem using bread as a central metaphor. Yes, give us this day our daily bread, and with it, a beautiful reflection on marriage.

Her poem reminded me that things worth having — whether they are relationships, a good piece of writing, or a delicious loaf of bread – are the result of patience, conscious effort, allowing time for maturation, and keeping the faith through the sometimes unwieldly process of growth.

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