Cornelius and I can’t and don’t want to believe the 2012 Alphabet Soup Poetry Potluck is over. *sniff sniff*
Could it be May already? How time flies when you’re nibbling on good poetry and noshing to the nines!
Oh, what a feast we had — scaling mountains, “borrowing” a mail truck, visiting Cuba, playing with pirates, going to camp. We spiced things up with hot chili, jambalaya and a spooky brew, and even celebrated Passover together. And how about all those wonderful personal stories — grandmas who baked bread, cookies, biscuits and pies? What could be better than a group of fun-loving poets sharing good memories and bits of family history we could all relate to?
Food is the great equalizer, allowing us to reach back in time, adopt new customs and cultures, and bond with others in unique ways. I thoroughly enjoyed all the poems and learning a wee bit more about each of the poets — the journalist in me always craves those wonderful backstories and I thank everyone for digging up those vintage photos and giving us a peek into your private worlds.
On April 30th, Cornelius suggested we make some of Robyn Hood Black’s Oatmeal Jama Bars. There’s nothing like strawberry jam to transport a little bear to flavor nirvana. As promised, the recipe was easy and yum yum yummy — so good, in fact, we’ve decided to adopt it as our official cookie here at Alphabet Soup (thanks, Robyn!).
The Oatmeal Jama Bars recipe and all the other recipes shared during April have been added to the Author/Illustrator Recipe Archive, which can be accessed by clicking the Recipe tab at the top of the blog header. Or, you can just click on the “Poetry Potluck 2012” link in the sidebar Categories Menu any time you wish to revisit the posts.
We’ve also decided that hereafter, all quiches made in the Alphabet Soup kitchen will be called “Quiche Doraine,” as suggested by my witty Aussie friend Jenny, a master punster who once made a killer pot of chili in our Wimbledon flat.
***POETRY POTLUCK GIVEAWAY***
We were honored to have so many readers stop by to celebrate Poetry Month with us and wish we could award prizes to everyone. Once again, we wisely avoided an unpleasant teddy bear kerfuffle by enlisting the ever steady and dependable Mr. Random Integer Generator to pick our winner.
Just for the occasion, Mr. Generator worked the red carpet in a raven black Giorgio Armani Collezioni wool crepe suit and his signature bowler hat, tilted ever so. His dark mustache trimmed to perfection, he was heard muttering “Nevermore” in a husky voice while the results were being tallied. We had a record number of entries this year, 102 unique commenters — no doubt all of them
tummy growlers uncommonly good-looking.
And now, I’m pleased to announce that the winner of the 2012 Poetry Potluck Giveaway Prize Pack is —
**DRUM ROLL PLEASE**
Please send your snail mail address to: readermail (at) jamakimrattigan (dot) com.
Thanks to everyone for entering. We appreciated your time, interest, and juicy opinions!
MARY OLIVER TO SING US OUT
Since we opened the Potluck with Mary’s “Honey at the Table,” it’s only fitting we go out with another honey poem, to remind us of the literary sweetness, the passion for poetry that brought us all together.
THE HONEY TREE
by Mary Oliver
And so at last I climbed
the honey tree, ate
chunks of pure light, ate
the bodies of bees that could not
get out of my way, ate
the dark hair of the leaves,
the rippling bark,
the heartwood. Such
frenzy! But joy does that,
I’m told, in the beginning.
I’ll come here only
sometimes and with a
middling hunger. But now
I climb like a snake,
I clamber like a bear to
the nuzzling place, to the light
salvaged by the thighs
of bees and racked up
in the body of the tree.
Oh, anyone can see
how I love myself at last!
how I love the world! climbing
by day or night
in the wind, in the leaves, kneeling
at the secret rip, the cords
of my body stretching
and singing in the heaven of appetite.
Copyright 1983 Mary Oliver (American Primitive, Little, Brown). All rights reserved.
~Thank you, Potluck Poets, for sharing your poems, recipes, stories and photographs.~
*Thank you, Everyone, for noshing with us, reading along and leaving such thoughtful, insightful comments.*
**Thank you to Chronicle Books, Henry Holt BFYR, Groundwood Books, Clarion Books, FSG/Macmillan, and Janet Wong for donating the Door Prizes**
♦Welcome, New Subscribers! We’ve expanded our table and acquired more seats just for you.♦
♥ Happy May, you cute little dumplings, you! Stay tuned for a fabulous menu featuring more poetry, lotsa special guests, tasty reads and carefully contrived nonsense. We will make merry, gamboling with abandon in lush green meadows with flowers in our hair. Somebody has to.♥
Copyright © 2012 Jama Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.