@nourishedbyfigs
"Nourished by figs be the heart." Paul Celan, tr. John Felstiner "I have lived and eaten simply." Marjorie Welish "Stir-fried pork and asparagus is a starting point for poetry." Zang Di, tr. Eleanor Goodman (account run by @aditimachado.bsky.social)
I've seen three workers work to make one loaf; that's socialism of production. I've seen four share one table and a loaf of brea: that's socialism of consumption.
César Vallejo, tr. Stephen Kessler
When time coughed me up naked and dazzling
I was hungry for nectarines and heavy cream
Fish heads in broth, sprouted white beans
Wendy Xu, THE PAST
The plum survives its poems. It may hang / In the sunshine placidly, colored by ground / Obliquities of those who pass beneath, / Harlequined and mazily dewed and mauved / In bloom. Yet it survives in its own form, / Beyond these changes, good, fat, guzzly fruit. (Wallace Stevens, "The Comedian as the Letter C")
A little basket of edible flowers: nasturtiums, roses, pansies. I eat pansies. I LOVE pansies, delicious buttery purple lettuce!!
CAConrad, "Security Cameras and Flowers Dreaming the Elevation Allegiance"
Wong May, IN THE SAME LIGHT
Good morning, cornbread.
Here's your heartache of beans
and gruel,
tempered figment,
a blessing,
a fallible
consistency
appended
to angel breath.
Jay Wright, POLYNOMIALS AND POLLEN