Collecting this scattershoot of poetics statements of late (mine), like:

I just want to make my reader hungry, that is, elicit food cravings.

It’s processual poetics taken another step, like at what point Behind the Music become the Music. Here’s a bunch of poem ingredients and I know, reader, you are a good cook. Again with the food.

Whether fingering charts, proper musical notation or this alphabet, aren’t they all a meta-step 1: preheat oven?

Never trust an artist that doesn’t like his/her own cooking, said a composer professor of J’s in undergrad.