Do You See?
I had decided not to add any new post today.
Reason 1: I’ve been writing almost everyday here, as if this was a diary. (Note: blog posts and diary entries ought to be two different things, although my mom doesn’t agree — she who never reads my blog!)
Reason 2: I really don’t know how to write about something that maybe considered a “gift”; something that is in the category of food, and something that could trigger poetry — in that order.
Reason 3: at times one doesn’t have the vocabulary to write about certain things. No, I’m not acting dramatic. It’s just that.
Oy vey! I’m still writing about it!
Plain fact: I have received this little pack of “Stockan’s Oatcakes — hand baked oatcakes made from a traditional recipe — using the finest ingredients and pure Orkney water”, original triangular shape in ‘thin’ with no added sugar, as “gift”. It is food, of course. And a nice thing. Very Scottish, I am told. Has to be nice.
On continuing my discussion on “food poetry” and the concept of “edible poetry” with a few friends elsewhere, the floodgates of opinions, instances and emotions got opened so wide in the context of the oatcakes, that I didn’t know how to contain all that.
Food is not always what we eat. It is also a symbol of life (birth/wedding), death, and of course, love. I bet tomes have been written on all these aspects. From food symbolism in various cultures to food significance in classical Greece! Besides, who can forget Robert Burns’ “Address to a Haggis”? Hey, we are in Scotland, remember. And you’ll find a translation on that link.
One friend brought up the term “lagniappe“, although I wasn’t convinced that qualified as ‘food-gift’.
To demonstrate that food symbolised love, death and life, friends and I quoted William Carlos Williams, Proust’s madeleine, medieval feasts, random songs, self-composed ditties, and so on and so forth. But my honest confession: I really do not know what to write here.
Amid all this uncertainty, a poetry cohort with enough presence of mind Googled up “Stockan’s Oatcakes” and wrote back that this particular item generates the following keywords or phrases (it’s up to me to devise a poem after these words…) — what we poets call poetry trigger:
So, what do you think! My poetry cohorts are serious about their job no doubt. Maybe a poem is there. Maybe.
Some more input came in later. Hence this P.S. The shape of the oatcakes also acted as a trigger:
A’right. Body. Shape. Texture. Taste. If you have more, add away in the comments box below! I’m going back to sleep for now.