Some lines are just too easy. And if she won't do it, I will...
“I thought it would be much, much bigger,” said one of my companions.
Indeed, Frank, Indeed.
About Me
- Charles
- New York, New York, United States
- I'm trying to write a book of poems while working as a chef. It's not about food. But I like this qoute anyway: People ask me: Why do you write about food, and eating and drinking? Why don't you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way others do? They ask it accusingly, as if I were somehow gross, unfaithful to the honor of my craft. The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry. But there is more than that. It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot write straightly of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it,...and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied...and it is all one. MFK Fisher
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What are you thoughts on Jeffery Chowdorow's blog?
getting there. it's been a busy week what with mother's day and all. i'll try to get to the definitive, mandatory, f. bruni opinion post this week.
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