Diane Lockward plunges headfirst into her obsession with both words and food in her luscious book, What Feeds Us. The title poem begins: “I brought the things I really need -- / two books I love, a laptop, / clean white paper, a radio / in case I get lonely… / I carried three almond croissants, / one of which I have already eaten…” Thus begins an 80-page love affair that wanders between food and words and back again.
A “foodie” at heart, many of her memories are so intertwined with food it is impossible to untangle them, so she simply doesn’t -- instead she mingles them together until it is hard to imagine these images without the accompaniment of food. The first poem in Section One, titled “The First Artichoke” states, “Piece by piece, the artichoke came apart, / the way we would in 1959, the year the flowerbuds / of the artichokes in my father’s garden bloomed / without him, their blossoms seven inches wide / and violet-blue as bruises.”
Causes Diane Lockward Supports
The Frost Place
The Innocence Project