Stream of Consciousness and food porn

Stream of consciousness  is asked for by the poets’ pub: http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/24/stream-of-conscousness-writing/

My mind doesn’t do stream it’s more like hop skip and jump from one flibbertigibbet topic to another.  On the whole, I don’t like reading this kind of writing – it seems self-indulgent and a bit of an insult to the reader but I’ll have a go, in the spirit of never turning down a challenge.   Sorry folks, it goes against my ancient grain to  leave out punctuation entirely.  My eyes are gritty from too much quilting this evening, so for now I’m damming the stream (or damning) or whatever it is.  Sleep beckons.

Later – this unpunctuated drivel is what prodded at me while making this week’s

today’s baking attacked already

Bread

Reading about food makes you hungry
so you open a recipe book
are instantly distracted
hunger grows.

You start to prepare weigh ingredients
go up to the village for what’s not in store
start again make a mess clear it up
flex muscles until they weary
knead until you’re out of puff
arms aching fingernails full of dough
make a mess and clear it up
set dough to rise in sunny spot
carefully covering with teatowel
to prevent it drying out – you know
the one done by grandson in infant school,
with weird portraits of him
and his classmates printed all over it

Clear up more mess scrape the table
wipe sweaty brow too tired to eat now
Yeast works its sorcery on the flour
pushes up the face-y cloth until
after a couple of hours it’s a mountain

Make more mess shape the loaves
dump them into prepared tins
slash the tops and paint with oil
and scatter with poppy seeds
then leave again for half an hour
as the oven heats up 
and you think of hot new bread dripping with butter
Hunger returns.

At last it’s time to bake the beauties
awesome aromas make you drool
anxiously you turn them over
tap the underside hear that hollow knock
that says “we’re done”

Turn them out and wait impatiently
can’t wait? OK
ceremoniously take the bread knife
cut that first irresistible chunk
slather it with best butter  melting so fast
you burn your tongue and your throat
never mind it’s worth it fatigue forgotten
hunger gone.

PS Clear up the rest of the mess later.

Do you think this one will also do for the food porn prompt at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.fr/2012/05/ellas-edge.html – I’m too full and too tired to write anything else.  Perhaps the pictures of my favourite food  will whet my appetite again.

Photograph by weirdcombinations.com

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22 Responses to Stream of Consciousness and food porn

  1. Viv~
    Now I want to go make some bread! What a comfort this piece of poetry provides.
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/05/28/making-jam-with-gram/

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  2. tmhHoover says:

    The images, the words, you are a master.

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  3. zongrik says:

    you got me with the butter melting on the freshly baked bread. yum!!

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  4. First, Viv, I LOVE your kitchen and the floral chairs!!! So pretty and so you!!

    This was such a great stream of consciousness and not self absorbed at all!!! Worked wonderfully for food porn too, oh a poppy seed bread hot and buttered right now would be fantastic!!!

    Great writing, Viv!!

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  5. Pseu says:

    Fun pome, Viv.

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  6. Grace says:

    I enjoyed your bread making and preparation…it made me hungry including that picture ~ yummy and clear up the mess later ~

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  7. chris says:

    Mmmm, fresh bread…now I feel like baking. That first piece though–I’ve been known to just tear it off. Can’t wait for the knife. Your photos are making me hungry.

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  8. Wonderful, Viv. I nearly drooled at the thought of that butter melting on the hot – and WONDERFUL looking – bread.

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  9. Love this poem, Viv! I think there will be some freshly-baked bread in my near future as long as the heat doesn’t kick in too terribly much. 🙂

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  10. Damn, I want a piece of that bread, Viv. It’s gorgeous. You may not like SoC writing but you sure do a great job of it. I just ate lunch and now I’m hungry. I really want some bread.

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  11. seingraham says:

    I sympathise with your inability to go with a non-punctuated piece viv – my inner editor is such a harsh mistress, I find these exercises a real test of willpower and have to try to imagine myself manic to get it done. (I know from journal entries I’ve made, or other writing I’ve found, after the fact – that when I’m manic – punctuation, spelling – sometimes even legibility – goes out the window – it’s frightening really but shows me the way for things like this …) Never mind, your bread piece is so savoury – mmmhmm – I am salivating all the way over here in Canada.

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  12. Tania says:

    I’m distracted by the paella.

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  13. barbara_ says:

    Beautiful bread. And that butter! What do they feed those cows? Marigolds?
    Stream of consciousness. Who’s to say that yours doesn’t come complete with proper grammar, punctuation, AND meter?

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  14. claudia says:

    hmmm…so nice… i used to bake our own bread for years when the kids were small and i was a stay at home mom, maybe because it just feels good to bake bread, it’s something so essential…now back to work full time and time is always tight – but think i should bake at least one every once and a while..

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  15. K. McGee says:

    Wonderful write! Of course, I must now bake bread to cure the craving you’ve aroused with your write.

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  16. chefconnie says:

    That is some serious food porn.

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  17. brian miller says:

    mmm….you know there are restaurants we go to solely for their bread, but home made is still the best…that first steaming chunk…you got my mouth watering….

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  18. Tilly Bud says:

    I think you should go with your instinct and punctuate this poem, then you’ll have a story of bread.

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