"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness..."
Allen Ginsberg Howl!
Using my new Amazon FireStick, I watched a movie titled HOWL!. It chronicled a period of the era in which lived Allen Ginsberg, writer of the poem, with scenes from the poem's obscenity trial. I have nothing I wish to say concerning the movie or the poem, except that one of the statements from an expert witness, a professor of literature, struck me as being a real eye-opener. The statement was: "You cannot translate poetry into prose; that's why it's poetry."
I suddenly saw what I had been missing in earlier personal experiences with trying to understand much of literate poetry... poetry deemed literature, and therefore possessing lasting value.
A gift from one of my sons at Christmas was an assortment of frozen foods from Omaha Steaks. I have sampled all of the various delicious articles: a sirloin steak, a beefsteak burger, a boneless pork loin chop, a potato au gratin portion, and an apple tartlet. What more can I say about that?
There is no sincerer love than the love of food.
George Bernard Shaw