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 Contents | April 2003 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
Fast Foods: A Rap Rondeau
by W. D. Snodgrass .....  Hear the author read this poem (in RealAudio)With fast foods you've got to feast since you can't fast— In next to no time you feel famished, though You're looking paunchy, fat-haunched and flab-assed And by now the force-fed figure you've amassed Hamstrings your frame. Getting enough comes slow With fast foods. Like fast fucking. Simone Weil warned: we know Appetites from addictions by an acrid contrast In their satisfactions: that is, by how long they last. You can get too much bread; there is no Such thing as enough cocaine. Hungers turn vast As lunar landscapes where you range, aghast At your own emptiness. With time, those faux Fixes that should fill lust's vacuums cast -rate you: both flesh and flesh's cravings grow With fast foods.
W.D. Snodgrass's recent books of poetry include De/Compositions: 101 Good Poems Gone Wrong (2001) and Selected Translations(1998). A cllection of his essays on poetry, To Sound Like Yourself, was published in January. Copyright © 2003 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; April 2003; Fast Foods: A Rap Rondeau; Volume 291, No. 3; 43. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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