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After a tortuous hour of math (algebra to be exact) I start dinner; Middle Eastern stew: Cardamom, Coriander, and turmeric. Cooking is a little like math, but much more like art. My mind begins to ease as Bach pumps out one of his symphonies from the CD player. The stew boils, and I want to go outside and play, chase windmills. Where's Sancho? Dulcinea's here, frustrated by my inept ability in the equation game. I f*****g despise algebra. Where's the Bluebird, the Sunflower, Bukowski or Eugene O'Neil? I want to smell a six-week-old puppy, taste Van Gogh yellow, f**k until I can't walk, and ease my way into old age. Vivaldi plays his victorious song. And I know I'll conquer the numbers game, but probably not before it drives me crazy; actually, it's a short putt.
I'd be fine with Bukowski staying disappeared...
but the others...yes, to taste them smell them hear them, see them.
Yes, math can drive us crazy...poetry can do the same.
I like the allusion in the last two lines to golf....that metaphor sings to me, having played quite a bit at one time in my life.....the game is as difficult as Calculus...
and takes just as much patience.
I also like how you present art, paintings, poetry...as something you can eat for dinner...screw to and absolutely catch the scent and die to it.
This is my favorite from you.
j.
I like the smell of your cooking. Algebra, a complete waste of time (well for me it was). Your appreciation of the arts comes through here. I would be looking for the bluebird and sunflower too, the classical music sounds good.
I'd be fine with Bukowski staying disappeared...
but the others...yes, to taste them smell them hear them, see them.
Yes, math can drive us crazy...poetry can do the same.
I like the allusion in the last two lines to golf....that metaphor sings to me, having played quite a bit at one time in my life.....the game is as difficult as Calculus...
and takes just as much patience.
I also like how you present art, paintings, poetry...as something you can eat for dinner...screw to and absolutely catch the scent and die to it.
This is my favorite from you.
j.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..