the “Inscrutable Brilliance” of Anne Carson and a little pasta Puttanesca

“Who is the subject of most poems? Not the beloved. It is that hole.”

 ~ From Eros the Bittersweet by Anne Carson

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pasta that makes me cry with gratitude

Fettucine Lindy – photograph by Alan Clark
When I was at university, my roommate’s parents went on a cooking tour in Tuscany. They came back with a sheaf of recipes and invited me to dinner to sample one of their new dishes – fettucine with artichokes. It didn’t look particularly impressive but the first forkful nearly made me cry with gratitude.  Continue reading “pasta that makes me cry with gratitude”