If you’re ever looking for a writing prompt, there are worse ways to find one than skimming through a book of quotations. I did that once, and look what I found.
THE MYSTERIOUS SILENCE “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” – G. K. Chesterton It arises from contentment, sated gratitude; from contemplating as well the excellent mystery of milk made solid, made salt, primal nurture sliced and spreading under the knife, tanging on the tongue. It is a silence that invites the cheese itself to speak from the poet’s mouth: some (like some poems) in pungent, confounding syntax as far from sense as from simple pleasure; others plainer, softer-spoken, unction and quiet savor befriending daily bread. It is a silence too that speaks of the secretive nature of poets: those with palates lacerated by shards of feta, blades of Stilton, unwilling to admit that they would rather spit than swallow; others reveling chastely in mozzarella or Monterey Jack, half ashamed that mouthfuls of such mild mysteries can make them rhyme and sing.
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Cheese of any kind has been an acquired taste for me, and there are some I’ll never enjoy. I have a quiet-loving palate, unimpressed by “loud” flavors — extra hot, extra sharp, extra pungent — the same way my social palate is unimpressed by loud, self-centering people however brilliant and renowned. But I do enjoy the unction and quiet savor that a mellow, just-moist-enough cheese can add to almost any conversation with other foods.
Can I offer a similar “taste manifesto” on behalf of my poetic palate? I’ll try: again, that palate is uninterested in loudness for its own sake, cleverness for its own sake, poems that seem to have been written with no reader other than the poet in mind. I like a poem that will show me something beyond its own poem-ness, where the poet is using their skill with language to befriend and enrich the image or thought or moment they’re describing.
Of course skill and originality come into it as well, just as quality of ingredients and care in production come into making cheese. But the basic question of intent remains: what is this for, what’s it meant to do? If it’s meant to shock the palate … well, somebody else will probably eat it up, but I’ll pass. Life is confounding and pungent enough as it is; I’m better nourished by the soft-spoken and plain.
What kind of cheese do you like? What “flavor” of poem makes you want to come back for seconds? Tell about it in the Comments if you’re so inclined, and if you’re a Roquefort fan we can still be friends.
I loved this poem and the quote that inspired it. So wonderful of you to prove Chesterton wrong! I personally love cheese of all kinds and you made me hungry for it. I have had to give it up because of my milk allergy, but I still cheat once and awhile if it is a really good cheese.
I have a book called Greatest Quotes of the 20th Century or something like that. Almost every page has a quote that sends my mind into orbit, helping me create a post or article. I love great quotes! I like mellow cheese, though. lol