It's not that I don't want to write; in fact, it's the opposite. When something is revealed to me I always want to put it into words: the job of the poet. Then why is it so hard? Why is it so hard to transfer the thought, the thread in your mind to bits and bytes or scratch marks? Is it because the urge hits you at the most inopportune moment?
I don't know. But, nonetheless, it is.
Air rushes by me
And brings the sweet, street perfume
To the subway stairs.
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- Ma Gastronomie, Fernand Point and Thomas Keller
- The Metaphysical Club, Louis Menand
- The Elements of Cooking: Translating the Chef's Craft for Every Kitchen, Michael Ruhlman with foreword by Anthony Bourdain
- and a Bottle of Rum, Wayne Curtis
- Oryx and Crake, Margaret Atwood
- Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- Starbucked: A Double Tall Tale of Caffiene, Commerce, and Culture, Taylor Clark
- Vintage Munro, Alice Munro
- The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals, Michael Pollan
- Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life, Barbara Kingsolver
- Training in Christianity, Søren Kierkegaard
- A History of God: The 4,000-Year Quest of Judaism, Christianity and Islam, Karen Armstrong
- Schott's Original Miscellany, Ben Schott
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