“A Short Ode To Sausage"Sad to say, there are people who regard lovers of sausages as relics from a kind of nutritional Dark Ages"…---Charles Simic, poet. Theologically, I’d say I was predestined to eat animals carefully stuffed inside their own intestines. I’m the first to eat knockwurst,and the last in a cholesterol tsunamito relinquish my salami to the authorities. Whether beef, lamb or pork--it will end up on my fork.(I’m clear about my priorities.) And for those who go into hystericsproclaiming sausages barbaric,I want you to understand:That though you might be leaneryou can only have my wienerif you pry it from my cold dead hands.”
“Poetry vs. ProseOne difference of courseis the length of the line.And some people supposethat prose doesn’t rhyme.But I have a theory that’s more like a question:If prose is lengthy fictionis poetry short suggestion?”