Edible Poetry

I recently posted a story of my first experience of my taste buds first experience of America. To my big surprise, many people shared their feedback. I really shouldn’t have been that surprised by again I was. The biggest surprise of all was that of Carol Akui, a poet I greatly respect. She shared the following poem about my work. It was a pleasant surprise on two accounts.

while I am not well known to the poet, she seemed to describe me better than my own sibling might have done. That is the power of the artist, one who is able to capture the essence of life and display it to us that which exists but is hidden from us by our own inability to perceive it. The artist then becomes almost like a 6th sense or at least an enhancer of the senses that already exist. Along with joy, love, kindness, courage and memory, art makes life, well, life. Along with art, the previous acts accentuate life and make it worth living.

Secondly, I am a lover of poetry and have had many discussions about all types of aspects of poetry. Whenever I travel, I have a bit of searching out for bookstores, mostly local and those that carry used books, and spend some time browsing books, hoping to learn about an author or poet I might not have known. For that reason, whenever I remember my travels, I can’t help but have big sections of those memories tied to poets, authors. In my younger days musicians and visuals artists had equal pull but as I age, time becomes more precious and I tend towards poets and authors.

Since Akui lives in New Zealand, I hope to visit the country one day and walk into a book store only to find a book that knows me. Especially a poem that know about me through my taste buds.

The poem captures all that I think makes life what it is and also why some work tirelessly to preserve the best aspect of it and to shout down those angels of the gloom that delight it making those stars that makes life bright ever dimmer.

EATS WITH HIS MIND 

He came, he saw, he conquered

Yes, that son of the soil, grounded

By his tongue, eats with his mind

He writes his story on his palate

His words loud, clear & audible in a plate

Clearly owning it, cooks it in true identity pot 

His narrative well done in nonconformity

Discarding the stale ingredients of inferiority

And bland seasoning of stereotyped pity 

In the new world, they wanted the lion recipes 

Expected juicy jungle cooking tips 

But this person of the house, brought his wits

They didn't know that lions live in his mouth

Roaming wild and free in his mind

When the pride roars, lions echo his intellect

They command culinary respect 

They make a cultural statement

In the new world, he's a proud African giant

A well nourished son of the soil 

In his core essence, he's in touch with his soul

Channeling the greats of the African soil

©️ C Akui 2020/09/4

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