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A Poem That Wants to Call Itself a Recipe by Jax Peters Lowell

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A Poem That Wants to Call Itself a Recipe

by Jax Peters Lowell

April 2015    

  1. Start with not seeing something all your blind existence.
     
  2. Marinate under strong light until beads of blood appear. This should produce the first shard of insight.
     
  3. Follow idea as far as your headlights can see.
     
  4. Run down every shadow until its shape is slippery with possibility & you can’t sleep without your thesaurus.

    (The bones of the poem should now lie panting on the page.)
     
  5. At this point, march time backward among orphaned trees. Open the sky for business, jump into your own metaphor for a lake. A little sex wouldn’t hurt here. Ask a stone where it aches.

    (This step should take some time, make music, but avoid a steady rhyme.)
     
  6. Fold into a drawer and let stand, at least a fortnight. Play mixed doubles, protest for peace, anything but attempt to write.
     
  7. Uncover & read aloud. Pay special attention to the silences between the words. They should leave you breathless.

    (Repeat above steps as necessary.)
     
  8. Poem is done when a sharp knife comes out of your heart clean.

To serve, garnish with words like electrifying, inexplicable, epiphany. Say it all came to you in one mad swoon.

NOTE: Tears can be substituted for blood in Step 2

 



  Jax Peters Lowell is a recipient of the Leeway Foundation Transformation Award for poetry and fiction. A commemorative edition of her groundbreaking novel Mothers was released in 2014. A long standing celiac, she is widely known for her bestselling books on living with gluten intolerance. The Gluten-Free Revolution (Holt) was published last month. She lives in Philadelphia in a former bread factory. www.jaxlowell.com