Definition

One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Last Supper......


Ohhh, my dear Toads, it is good to see you.  It is my week for a prompt, and it seems all I can do to fit any writing time in these days. Starting our own business and tying up loose ends with the old employer and being fair about it have been a bit of a stressful situation.  But the time is upon us to strike out on our own and do our own thing, epic fail or gargantuan success, we do it on our own terms.

....And what do I do dear friends when stress becomes overbearing, when the world seems to weigh a metric ton, when the voices in my head are in overdrive? I eat.  Never fail. Diet or no, when it gets to be too much I find a nice dinner out with my love is just the prescription to get me through.  We often discuss this question:

 "What if the this was your last meal, for whatever reason, and you knew it was your last meal, what would you eat?"

To date we have been very consistent, hers is Clams Linguini from Tomaso's in North Beach (San Fran). Mine is pretty pathetic, but it is pizza and wings from Fuzzy's Pizza here in Phoenix, that pizza is like crack to me.  You would think I would pick some other culinary deliciousness, but when the rubber meets the road, I'm eating as much Fuzzy's as I can if its my last meal.  I wonder if you never finish your meal if whatever is going to happen to you can happen? Sorry sidetracked, its not hard with me.

Tomaso's Clams Linguini


For today's prompt ladies and gentlemen, I challenge you to think of what your last meal would be, the setting you are in when you are eating it and any last thoughts, emotions, feelings that might be floating through your head as you are enjoying or not enjoying that last tempting morsel.  As always this writing can be in the form of a manufacturers sticker, legalese on the back of a credit card (please include your security code), a poem, a screenplay, business card.  I care not about the form or format, you know I just like to pick at those juicy brains of yours...the are so full of wonderful images.

Fuzzy's Pizza

So if you are inclined, if you are not too stressed out, join me in the prompt.  If you find this meal not to your liking or if your delicate sensibilities are offended, please write whatever you want, after all, that is whats important.  Love you each and every one!




9 comments:

Mama Zen said...

I hope mine is okay, Corey. I wandered a bit far afield.

Mama Zen said...

http://mamaneedsshoes.blogspot.com/2015/08/bread-and-water-after-summer-day.html

I'd fix the linky, but I can't!

brudberg said...

I thought of what my last supper might look like, and alas I came up with a bleak future...

Hannah said...

Thank you for the challenge and much luck to you for the transitions. :)

Jim said...

Corey, I wish you the best in you guys' business endeavor. I taught entrepreneurship at a community college here for 22 years, that and a couple of business law classes and an intro to business class. I was heavy on planning and nuts and bolts stuff. A business saying is "plan your work and work your plan." Can't have to succeed if the plan is good.
We are still in the process of moving so I may not write. It's a great prompt though.
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Helen said...

... back to my roots! Thanks Corey.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

neruda or pessoa, like.

happy weekend, amigos and amigas

Outlawyer said...

Hey Corey--I went afield and also did four! Please do not feel obligated to read all. Thanks for cool prompt. k.

georgeplaceblog said...

This was a stumper for awhile. The others wrote wonderful poems!