Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Food for thought.

Whilst thinking of what to have for dinner tonight I contemplated the idea of a jacket potato. This simple thought of potaoes soon trailed off into a poem by Seamuns Heaney I studied at GCSE level some years back now!

A very random trail of thought it would seem, though it led me into a pleasant day dream of the crisp, sharp, beautiful words and meanings of the potato poem, Digging.

In every stanza of this thought provoking poem, Seamus tells a childhood tale and describes a relationship with his Father and Grandfather. This becomes apparant through Heaney's flitting from past and present tense of his Father digging for potatoes the way his Grandfather did before him.


Between my finger and my thumb

The squat pen rests; snug as a gun

Under my window, a clean rasping sound

When the spade sinks into gravelly ground

My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flower beds

Bends low, comes up twenty years away

Stooping in rhythm through potato drills

Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft

Against the inside knee was levered firmly

He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep

To scatter new potatoes that we picked

Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade,

Just like his old man.

My father cut more turf in a day

Than any other man on Toner's bog

Once I carried him milk in a bottle

Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up

To drink it, then fell to right away

Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods

Over his, shoulder, going down and down

For the good turf. Digging

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap

Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge

Through living roots awaken in my head.

But I've no spade to follow men like that.

Between my finger and my thumb

The squat pen rests

I'll dig with it.

The poem begins bluntly,
"Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests: snug as a gun."

This creates a feeling that Seamus perhaps see's himself weaker than his father. That his tool is not a spade used for digging up the potatoes, but instead a pen, with which he will dig deep into the paper with his words and thoughts. On the other hand the word gun is perhaps used to emphasise that Seamus is not weak and that although he may not be doing the manual work like his Father, his words are still strong and powerful.

The reason I love this poem so much is that, throughout, there is a constant feeling of love, pride, insecurity and emotion between Seamus and both his Grandfather and Father. I feel that is what gave him the strength to write such a powerful poem, which fills me with nostalgia for my Grandfather.

The excellent use of onomatopoeia creates emotion, smells and sounds, which are comforting and make me think back to the way I looked at family and people close close to me when growing up and how they have had an effect on my life today.

Corked sloppily, scatter, nicking, slicing, sqelch, slap! All lovely words that make this poem so loveable.

The poem ends as bluntly as it begins,

"Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it.

I feel the word dig here is used metaphorically as Seamus feels that he has inherited his Father and Grandfathers strength to work hard, dig hard for ideas and words for his poems, his field of expertise and the job he was meant to do. This is a firm statement allowing us to know that he is not weak and that his work is just as worthy as that of his Fathers digging for potatoes and providing food.

This poem brings back fond memories of my own Grandfather, his strengh both physically and mentally and the sights and smells of him working away in his shed. Fixing, building, his head never without his favourite cap.

“If poetry and the arts do anything, they can fortify your inner life, your inwardness,” Heaney said.

Whislt looking through the kitchen cupboards, deciding what to eat for dinner this evening, poetry certainly did that for me.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

Kiss my Audrey Apple Cheeks!

I have to share this cute as a boot website with you.

The jewelllery is especially BOOTIFUL!!!

Now, my cupcake buddy Kate often says I have shiny apple cheeks so as you can imagine I was delighted to come across this Audrey Apple Felt Brooch. Just look at her rosy cheeks and lucious lashes.

I am also quite partial to the custard cream pearl necklace and the penny sweet bracelet. Melvin the Mushroom brooch and the gingerbread men earings being another fave of mine. They are creative and interesting. Not only do I want to eat them, I could stare at them all day.

Its like a little bit of childhood nostalgia, that looks good enough to eat, packaged into jewellary form ready to brighten up any cardi. It is a shame its not a real shop so that you can pick up these near edible goodies and take a bite, but its the scrummiest, yummiest next best thing and you are able to see the products close up as well as get them delivered to your front door without even having to get out of your pjs.

The jewellery on this site is quirky, cute, pink and good enough to eat! I think there is a wide enough selection for all of us girlies to find something, whether it be cutie booty, or rock chick a lick!

I am especially excited by the jewellery but be sure to check out all the other delights this website has to offer!

Fudge Brownie (without the calories) lip gloss....Girls I say no more!

Once Upon a time

If I say to you "Once upon a time..." you expect me to tell you a story. If I was to say to you "In Nottingham today 3 masked men entered Gregs the bakers" you would assume I was about to report a piece of news to you. If I was to say to you "Cook the pasta until al dente" you would think you were following a recipe.

With this in mind i guess thats the idea of my Blog Cupcakes and Cartwheels. Its an eclectic selection of thoughts, poems, stories, recipes, websites, ideas and such. A bunch of things I would like to share and a release after a hard day at work!

I hope you read, enjoy, comment, take from it what you fancy!

I read a poem recently I found quite apt.

"Got one mind for the boss to see,
Got another mind for what I know is me"

I hope this blog is me!