the food of love

They’ve changed my WordPress. Eeek.

I don’t know how competent I was with the former version. This is going to be interesting.

I have finally come to a decision about my next collection of poetry. I had considered grouping tools, instruments and implements together but the title would be unwieldy. And so, after I looked back through some previously searched notebooks, I have decided to combine poems about musical instruments with poems about food, and title it the food of love.

And not just food, but sexy food. Plus sexy poems about food. Food and sex and/or love.

Of course, this is from the opening line of Shakespeare’s greatest comedy Twelfth Night.

I have seen a couple excellent live productions of this play, but sadly (like many of the Bard’s play when adapted for the screen) there really isn’t an excellent movie version.

I mean, the 1996 version is okay. But none of the play’s silliness and schaudenfreude shines out. So all you’re left with is a pile of awkward.

In other words, it takes itself too seriously.

Now, here’s an adaptation that I would have given a kidney to see live. Back when people still went to plays in the park. Seems very sincere and earnest.

Even the best Shakespearean film-maker of the era, Sir Kenneth Branagh, stumbles in this, taking the material too seriously.

I remember watching his Henry V on a cheap date while getting my Bachelors. Everyone in the Humanities Department got a pass for free movies at the International Cinema, and since the movie is British, that counted as international.

(BTW: I saw so many foreign language films this way, that they all get smooshed together in my head. But I will never forget how fun it was to watch the church-boys and their dates at the ultra-religious school stand up and run out of the theater the moment some French film showed a little bush).

Going back to Branagh, he made one of the best Shakespearean adaptations ever with his 1993 Much Ado About Nothing. But he was seriously miscast as Iago in Oliver Parker’s 1995 Othello, and his 1996 Hamlet is almost too much of everything, even for a hardcore Shakespearean fan like myself.

And his 2000 Love’s Labour Lost and 2006 As You Like It are both flat-out boring.

I admit, I haven’t seen his 2013 Macbeth, but I will no doubt eventually. I have some hope for it, since he is the star but not the director. When he is wearing two hats, Branagh develops a serious case of George Lucas-itis, the condition where you think to yourself: isn’t anyone keeping an eye on this guy?

Personally, one of my favorite movies by Branagh is 1995 A Midwinter’s Tale which he directs, solely.

So, orderly to end where I began, to quote The Player King from Hamlet……..

I have a poem to post. Maybe a couple more before I publish the collection.

Because, if music be the food of love, play on.

baklava

thin,
almost
transparent,
as if the Angels
forgot to wear
unmentionables
underneath
their robes
and when the sun
is behind them,
we gaze upon what only God
is allowed to
glimpse,
and delicate
like
dandelion fluff
in March,
my favorite month,
when you can just
blow
and the wind
whisks
the seeds away,
and sweet
like the kind of sin
you learn about
from your
friends
and not your mother.

bind these strata
like the zig-zag bricks
of Babylon,
with a thick
mortar
of nuts and spices,
and I
want you
to feed me,
until I am full,
then
I will suck
the honey
off your thumb.

Hours I own all of these ideas, but none of these images.
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