The Iceberg Theory, by Gerald Locklin from The Iceberg Theory (The Lummox Press). all the food critics hate iceberg lettuce. youd think romaine was descended from orpheuss laurel wreath, youd think raw spinach had all the nutritional benefits attributed to it by popeye, not to mention aesthetic subtleties worthy of verlaine and debussy. theyll even salivate over chopped red cabbage just to disparage poor old mr. iceberg lettuce. I guess the problem is its just too common for them. It doesnt matter that it tastes good, has a satisfying crunchy texture, holds its freshness and has crevices for the dressing, whereas the darker, leafier varieties are often bitter, gritty, and flat. It just isnt different enough and its too goddamn american. of course a critic has to criticize; a critic has to have something to say perhaps thats why literary critics purport to find interesting so much contemporary poetry that just bores the shit out of me. at any rate, I really enjoy a salad with plenty of chunky iceberg lettuce, the more the merrier, drenched in an Italian or roquefort dressing. and the poems I enjoy are those I dont have to pretend that Im enjoying.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 15:31:19 +0000
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