Friday, June 10, 2011

You might like to read the most recent post on Jacques Rancourt's blog. Jacques is a fine poet whom I met when he was an intern at the Beloit Poetry Review. He now edits Devil's Lake and has published new work in Guernica, among many other journals. Warning: If you are struggling to write good poems, you will immediately recognize Jacques's situation. And if you already hate the Wisconsin governor and/or Wal-Mart, this post will make you hate them even more.

Last night I made ceviche with sea scallops, fresh tuna, couscous, tomatoes, basil, parsley, green garlic, and roasted onion. It was extraordinarily delicious, and now I want to eat it every day.

Here is a mocking little summer-innuendo poem written in 1595. It was written by George Peele, and it's from his play The Old Wives' Tale, and it made me laugh this morning. According to Wikipedia, Peele also wrote "two treatises on bookkeeping."

"Whenas the Rye . . . "

George Peele

Whenas the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And schoolboys playing in the stream;
Then, O then, O then, O my true love said,
'Till that time come again
She could not live a maid.

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