The Diet’s Poet
Smoragsborg L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poets let us put together our own meal; no need for a chef, the reader is everything.
Food Fighting Slam Poets fling plates, jello and spaghetti splattering cafeteria walls.
Confessionalists cook from dirty pans and set no table for their guests. Their impoverished presence alone, for the genuine reader’s palate, should be suffice.
Skinny, sickly Fruitarians flaunt Metaphysical Poetry.
Marxists Vegan Poets, grown by the masses, feed the masses. Animals and verses are freed to give us tasteless tofu.
Macrobotic Feminist Poets rewrite history – spicing everything with the seaweed goddess.
Paleo meat eaters forego the gluten of rhyme and rhythm holding together the Classicists — instead, savoring their pppppoppppng, crrackkkle, kttackk, sssszzling bacon making visceral sounds!
Romantic Poets savor only the best of feelings: the idealized Epicurean tour of yesteryears.
— by Sabio Lantz, 10/7/12
- Prompt: The delicious Claudia, at d’Verse Poets, asks us to “…write about food… preparing food, eating, food as a metaphor ..” So I have chosen food diets as metaphor for schools of poetry. Thanx Claudia for the challenge. But oh how I wish I had time to develop this. So, please excuse my amateur raw draft but I wanted to play with everyone before Mr. Linky locked his restaurant doors. And please remember, insightful criticisms are more highly coveted then compliments.
- Thought: Our diets vary. Instead of recognizing how temperament drives our tastes, we often use our poetry, our philosophy and our diets as protective garment for our self-righteousness.
- Question for readers: Do other Diets come to mind that you can link to other Schools of Poetry?