A trumpet player I worked with in high school taught English in high
school. He had a method of teaching anyone how to write poetry. When I
switched schools I had him as a teacher. I not only learned how to
write poetry but fiction as well. My main use of the poetry writing was
of course for writing song lyrics.
As for rap, to listen to it's roots, early beat poetry. There's got to
be some videos of Dizzy Gillespie reciting some of his beat poetry back
in the 1940s.
On 01/05/2015 08:47 AM, curtisdeltabl...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife] wrote:
Great food porn, thanks for posting this Alex. I am also a black salt
fan. It is a secret ingredient for western cooking that is unique and
delicious. I am not such a fan of the expensive designer salts. They
are just salt and dirt! I guess we could try to use dirt and some of
it might be good. I just don't need any in my salt.
I wanted to thank you for turning me on to red palm oil. You were the
first person I heard about it from. I just got some from Trader Joes
and it is delicious. I have been using it for grilled cheese
sandwiches and it adds something great. I like coconut oil for sweet
things only. But this seems to be more versatile.
Although you may despise poetry when it is presented as such you seem
to have affinity for that language form when you discuss internal
states. Figurative language has its uses outside the context of
poetry. Now if I could only convert all the wanna be rappers in my
inner city schools to buy into this POV!
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <j_alexander_stanley@...> wrote :
Brussels sprouts and yellow bell pepper, sauteed in coconut oil with
coarsely chopped fresh ginger. Then I added diced chicken thigh and
dried sour cherries and cooked until chicken was done but still
tender. I didn't add enough salt during cooking (Real Salt from
Redmond Utah), so I sprinkled on some Indian black salt and a touch of
a dried hot pepper mix called Volcano Dust 2. I love black salt; Petra
hates it, so I'm only allowed to use it in my room because any room
it's used in stinks like rotten eggs. I just lit a stick of incense,
and I'll let it burn for a few minutes before putting it out. Speaking
of Petra, we've been married 27 years, and yesterday, while sitting
around the gas fireplace in the living room, we both learned something
about each other that neither of us knew before: both of us absolutely
despise poetry.
