Singing the fruits of the earth

This week, my readings have brought me to thinkers, both ancient and modern, who considered that the "art" of the sciences has gone too far, and that only "art" can repair this damage, through poetry, through things of the soul... On Being (via Bon Appetempt) devoted a recent programme to our hunger for poetry in hard times, called Words That Shimmer. Rousseau, Goethe, Heidegger, Ovid, Seneca, Pliny all wrote about the danger of too much development, too many passions, too much of a desire to know the truth of a nature which is so much bigger than we are.
It does good to return to the simple things, which each of us has the power to do. One of my best friends with a garden now uses it to plant vegetables as well as flowers; I am learning crochet, and spend a fair amount of time at the farmer's market and cooking with imagination.
The recipe I made today inspired poetry from within, perhaps there will be a day when I will remove the partial anonymity of this blog and share these poems here, but for now, take a look at Heather's Sweet and Savoury Fig and Prosciutto Torte, and see if her blog post doesn't inspire in you the same.
I served mine with feta cheese with a splash of olive oil, oregano and pepper, which is then mashed until creamy. Bon apetit, and may your day be a beautiful poem.

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