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Writing | Poetry | Literary Letterpress Broadsides & Books |
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Dedicated, with deep appreciation, to Burt of Boont Berry Farm in Boonville, California, for his delicious “scorns” and deep espresso that has seen us through many a journey between the Mendocino coast and the outer world |
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Editor’s Note: Chef and writer Shannon Hughes collaborated with poet Theresa Whitehill on a culinary poetry event commissioned by Stags’ Leap Winery in the summer of 2003. Following is the foreword introducing the poems and menu from that project. The Heart’s Invention: Chef’s Foreword —Jalal al-Din Rumi
The Greening of the Earth. This pulsing of life and uncontrollable whimsy open the door for Spring...and her arrival of sweetness and renewal and life force spin us as humans into an annual carnival of excitement and passionate sparking and hope. We believed that all the darkness would finally leave and the coldness would be eclipsed by the generous warmth of the Vernal Equinox. We know that we did survive the darkness and the months without stone fruits or roses and we revel in all the great wonder of this intelligent force we call Nature. The Heart's Invention was born of this energy. Theresa's poems of pregnancy and renewal and hope inspired me to call in the textures and flavors of the first offerings of Spring, respectfully honoring the stragglers of Winter and celebrating our excitement of another chance to visit our hearts desires. To revisit the sensual universe of scent and flowering and bearing fruit. We saw the quiet stillness of winter, mists in the valley that cloaked the orchards. Trees that will soon blossom and bear fruit, though still dormant, with bare branches, are speaking in whispers the language of cycle and change. Secrets of Spirits that will grace us as humans with an event that will never cease to astonish and inspire the most intense primal surge of longing and anticipation. The sunrises in the morning are a riot of red and orange and you can feel the electricity of the Earth stirring and warming herself as if she were a soup now ready to serve. This is our feast beginning, this budding and sprouting, this first fullness, this is where our hope begins and our language of healing becomes fluent. Shannon Hughes
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