Cuisine Bourgeoise

Today, I opened the bible to Cuisine Bourgeoise, though I have read this poem and passed by it many, many times, today it pleaded with me to really read it.
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This is a beautiful poem warning us to be aware of our actions, and to be aware of what we can become. It shines a light on how the world was before man's greed and evil, and what is becoming of our world now. "We feast on human heads, brought in on leaves....This bitter meat sustains us"  If we keep our greed up, we will have regressed to primal behavior, until eventually we self destruct "Are they men eating reflections of themselves?".

I feel like this is an appropriate poem for this elections season.

Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction: It Must Change, V

Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction: It Must Change, V

I was sweetly surprised when I read this canteau. The imagery was so bright and pronounced, yet vague all at the same time. I felt like I understood what Steven's was saying, but by the last line, I found myself second guessing. The colors paint a beautiful Caribbean portrait, but what lies beneath the colors is sending me for a loop. The poem begins with calming blue, then moves into orange, green, turquoise, orange and green, again. These colors are pretty serene, with the exception of orange, that can be taken as vitality and endurance  The poem goes into description about a great banana tree "Which pierces the clouds and bends on half the world." When I first read this line, the tree of life instantly came to mind. The next lines talk about how he (the man of the island) often thinks about where he came from. About how most people see the world as a melon pink (an easy-going, loving color), but how they really should see it is red (a very passionate, intensive color, a color that shouldn't be overlooked). The last lines really got me. "Sighing that he should leave the banjo's twang" has left me utterly confused. I am really trying to think metaphorically, but I can't quite see the connection. This poem jumped right out at me, for what reasons? I do not know.

The Poem That Caused Me To Lose My Mind

I let my book fall open to the poem, "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour", on page 444, and waited to discover something...anything. What I found awarded me a brand new perspective.

Two lovers sit, bundled together waiting for the first light of evening. They sit and embrace the simplicity of the twilight's early light, and ponder to themselves if this world that they live in, if the beauty they see in this moment, as the sun is dying below the hills, is as good as it is going to get.

Placing all differences aside and collecting themselves among the gurgling mass of humanity, they contemplate the charring questions that conjoin every human being. Is this moment really as as good as it is going to get or does the only thing better than this exist inside the imagination? What if the only God there is belongs to our imagination, therefore God and the imagination are but figments that exist solely within our minds? While harboring these deep thoughts of eternity and existence, they realize that no matter what is and what isn't, they have each other, and that is all they really need.

I've been sitting on this blog since Monday; I find myself more and more tangled up, the more I try to unravel it. The more I look at this poem, the more I discover and the more I re-think, so I am just going to submit this before I lose my mind.