Poetic Eggs
by Ezra Pound
I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.
We make the yolk philosophy,
True beauty the albumen.
The Latin meaning for the word focus, the point at which all things come together, is fireplace.
It rained on Thursday night.
I’m delighted to announce that leading South African food magazine, Food & Home Entertaining, has selected me as their Blogger of the Month for the November issue, which hits the shelves today.
Once upon a time only the leaves on a beet plant were eaten.
My last few years in the United States, especially after the seismic financial downturn in 2008, were fraught with survival anxiety.
