Wow sublime as metaphor as well as the actual thing, super! Thumbs up! Plz pls do comment my newest poem too, titled, Llama drama, u might enjoy it.
You baked the calzone, but I deep fried the panzerotti. Needless to say, yours went in the oven; mine barely survived the trash can.
As long as it good for tummy i am ok with it hahahahahah.... But texture and shape do differentiate the taste....let them loose so we can get more inside yumyum
If Immanuel Kant ate one he would probably say the taste is the thing in itself, Schopenhauer would just shrug and go on eating. I don't think I have ever read a more thoughtful work on an Italian delicacy, so succulently poised. Music might be the food for the soul, but your words make my soul yearn for food.
Thanks, Kevin. Now you have me thinking....music and philosophy and pizza. Perhaps pizza that does not harm - and no pizza can do that! ! - only serves to make us stronger.
A beautiful poem on calzone and culture on a metaphorical base has been astutely delineated. Thanks for sharing.
I'll have to take your word for it. bri ;) p.s. like my navel (belly button) collect lint? ?
Sounds like the perfect 'calzone' navel! Thanks for reading, Bri.