Rise and Fall of the Bread Pudding Chef

The bread pudding chef

Three cups of sugar, four
eggs, I stir, and then
you approach: kitchen
becomes temple, stars
move, blood boils and beads
up, I try to concentrate.

Four cups of sugar, three
eggs, you do bring
in thrills a febrile
wild terror of sacrament
unknown or untendered
in safer religions. Stars
move, your glance meets
the window. Three
eggs, I stir, I take
it you are a witch,
my bright-happy blood
beads no amulet.

Picturing a small transgression

i remember
once
the moon
was sinking

and you pushed
it
up with
your hands

“witch” i said
and you kissed me

A fragment

Committing twice the intentional
fallacy, once the affective,
I offered an algebra of clover
and storms sweeping in
along the front range:
snow was in your hair;
you were puzzled.

The bread pudding chef’s lament

Three cups of sugar, four
eggs, I stir, and then
you retreat: kitchen
becomes empty, fruit
sours, cream curdles and dries
up. I try to concentrate.

Four cups of sugar, three
eggs, and the sun became
as sackcloth, the moon
became as blood, the stars
of heaven fell, mountain and island
were moved from their places. Fruit
sours, the center cannot hold.

Babylon the great is fallen, fallen,
and is become the habitation
of devils, and then was there
great weeping and wailing, saying:
alas, alas, that great city,
for in one hour she
is made desolate.

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Embajadoras

“Maceta” she said
a place for flowers
chilled white wine
cafe nights, friends
stopped at our table.

Step by step walking
each other home
the stars not there
just the rain, the lluvia
the closed secret
of her name.

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Hippies won’t stop

More news on Hippies (which is still at 99c for a few more days).

Here’s a link to my latest radio interview: WRBH interview on Hippies

Feel free to share 🙂

Gary

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99c Hippies

HIPPIES 99c this week (US). Download and sink in for under a buck.

  • 4.1 stars on 73 Amazon ratings.
  • Selected for radio interviews on KSKQ Oregon (May 2020) and WRBH New Orleans (July 2021).
  • Author is a Faulkner-Wisdom Prize finalist.
  • Featured here in Book Reader Magazine.

Go ahead. Click it. Release your inner hippie.

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Read it. Share it. Drop a rating on Amazon.

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Bartholomew Park

Joggers traverse the perimeter.
At the center of the park is a playground.
There is one child in the playground.
He pops a head out from under a slide.
He pokes a stick in the sand.
One of the joggers has stopped near a trash barrel.
Several Coke cans and part of the meat of a fruit lay around the barrel.
She is breathing heavily. No, she is weeping.
The child studies something dark that he holds in his hands.

It begins to rain.

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Meng Jiao makes Masticadores

Thanks to Gabriela Marie Milton, editor at MasticadoresUSA, for publishing my poem, “Lost song for Meng Jiao”:

Lost song for Meng Jiao

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Art, knowledge, and thinking like a mushroom

Venue:          Yes We Cannibal Art Space, 1600 Government St, Baton Rouge, LA
Exhibition:    Eat the Anthropocene by Cesar and Lois, mycelia and friend entities
June 5 – July 11, 2021

In their Eat the Anthropocene art works, Cesar and Lois put together a very special kind of palimpsest. Special structurally, because, unlike the common palimpsest, the layers are not superimposed but are integrated and organic. They grow out of each other. Special in terms of content because these are not two layers of conventional art, but layers composed of books and mushrooms, respectively – book knowledge and organic knowledge, with the mushrooms reclaiming the territory of the book for their own organic purposes.

Where is the lasting knowledge? In the fungus or in the book?

   

And what remembrance have we, what new engagement, when all is said and done?

  

Here’s a 4-minute video Cesar and Lois made to tune the imagination to the images in the gallery space.

Pick up the perqs of micropatronage (1, 10, 20, 50, 100 levels) for Yes We Cannibal as they build an open home for experiments in art, music, food, and performance. Set in an inner city Baton Rouge neighborhood, the art space is up and running, and Mat and Liz are in the planning stages of a free neighborhood food forest with flowers, fruits, vegetables and herbs. Give them a little support!

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Critical Race Theory Flip Flops

Let’s face it. I skip much of the pulp (non-) fiction on cultural politics in today’s media, but I’ll occasionally find a bit in The Atlantic worth reading.[1] This one by Conor Friedersdorf, e.g., shows how “outrage entrepreneurs on either side” of hot-button issues like racism sometimes dance each other round until they swap places. Maybe I like this one because I have argued the same in this fine blog, sometimes humorously, as in my entry on Jonathan Swift and the Arc of Liberalism, sometimes more pedantically, as in my entry on Buckling and Curling in the US Political Spectrum. In any event, if you skip the Atlantic link, you can at least link to my previous entries for more entertaining, equally informative, and much shorter elucidations of Left and Right dancing around in their little (we can hope) death spiral 😊

Conor Friedersdorf article here

[1] The Atlantic is one of the few media outlets that has not zipped itself into an ideological straitjacket in the past few years. It leans left and includes new (woke)[2] progressive voices like Ibram X. Kendi, but also includes regular contributors such as former George W. Bush speechwriter, David Frum, and anti-woke liberals such as John McWhorter.

[2] A note on terminology: I am sometimes criticized for using the word “woke,” as if that aligns me with a conservative rhetoric. Although the term was at first amply used as a badge of honor for left-leaning politicians like my own New Orleans mayor, Mitch Landrieu, it is true that the right has seized the narrative and largely turned “woke” into a slur. In my case, I have always identified as progressive, not conservative, but for clarity today I need to distinguish between “progressive” as rooted in the 1960s radicalism of MLK and the hippies (which favors free speech and less racialization in our value judgments about people) and “woke progressive” (the identity politics sort, which favors stifling dissent and emphasizing race in value judgments about people and interactions). Thus, I use the term to distinguish two very different versions of progressivism which are often conflated because they carry the same “progressive” tag.