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Sunday Bacon: Food, Poetry, Dogs (and Megxit)


Photo from Citymeals on Wheels

This week I was intrigued by a segment in the Washington Post book blog featuring Meals on Wheels in New York City – delivering poetry with their meals.

Can we do this, Nashville? Raleigh, Atlanta, Louisville? Birmingham, D.C.? I’m thinking of you, readers of StyleBlueprint and BuildMeUpButtercup and Bread and Honey – and all my other friends in the Bacon Neighborhood. This seems like such a good and worthy endeavor.

From Ron Charles in The Washington Post book blog:

Food and poetry have a delicious connection. Remember when William Carlos Williams apologized for eating those sweet, cold plums, which you were probably saving for breakfast? …Too often we snobbily imagine that literary sustenance is a luxury not a necessity. The Poetry Society of America couldn’t disagree more. Since the fall of 2018, the society has supplied poems that can be distributed with food by Meals on Wheels chapters. “We’re not blind to the fact that people have material needs,” says Matt Brogan, Executive Director of the Poetry Society of America. “But that is not the end-all and be-all of what folks need. The poems don’t replace actual nourishment, but they provide a different kind — this emotional, intellectual element that I think people crave.” He notes that the poems, printed on small cards, are intended “to break a sense of isolation between the recipients and the outside world.” The society is now working with three Meals on Wheels chapters in New York and California — and is actively looking for more. Beth Shapiro, executive director of Citymeals on Wheels in New York, tells me she immediately loved the idea. “What we deliver is more than a meal,” she says. “It’s a check-in and it’s a visit.” These poems — by Walt Whitman, Sara Teasdale and contemporary poets as well — are “a great way to take the written word and bring it to people who might be hungry for it.” Although she’s received calls and letters of thanks, she says, “The best is to go into a meal recipient’s home and see the poems on their refrigerator. It’s just wonderful and warming.” Give me a minute; I seem to have something in my eye.

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Me too, Ron. I delivered Meals on Wheels while a young attorney practicing at Sherrard & Roe in Nashville (now Sherrard, Roe, Voigt & Harbison). It seemed that the meal was not the most important thing we were delivering. 

Linda Koon, I remember delivering meals with you. I think MBF, JSH, TAP, Steve King may have been involved? Oh dear, it was a thousand years ago.

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Here’s a poem from the Everyman’s Pocket Poetry collection “Doggerel” that I might suggest…

Epitaph on Fop

A dog belonging to Lacy Throckmorton

Though once a puppy, and though Fop by name,
Here molders one, whose bones some honour claim;
No sycophant, although of spaniel race!
And though no hound, a martyr to the chase!
Ye squirrels, rabbits, leverets, rejoice!
Your haunts no longer echo to his voice.

This record of his fate exulting view,
He died worn out with vain pursuit of you.
“Yes!” the indignant shade of Fop replies,
And worn with vain pursuit, man also dies.”

William Cowper (1731-1800)

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Is that too depressing? Am I on the wrong track here?

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Pep and I had come in from playing outside on an unseasonably warm January day when the news from Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, Duchess of Sussex, exploded. I could not be pulled away from my ipad. For the rest of the week I checked constantly for updates, reading from sources ranging from The Guardian to USA Today and not excluding the South China News.

(Why? I don’t know, truly I don’t. It’s a little embarrassing.)

“What’s this Megxit you’re obsessing over?” Pep asked. She could tell I was in an unsettled frame of mind.

“Either it’s an act of spoiled brattiness and dereliction of duty or it is a brave and risky choice in favor of freedom,” I answered. 

Pep thought about that for a moment. 

“Can it be both?” she asked.

“They could have been more respectful of the Queen. Worked out a few details. Presented a united front,” I fretted. 

“Freedom can be messy, and sometimes requires bold action,” Pep reminded me. 



  1. I feel like if Pepper ever gets a tattoo during a drunken spring break episode it will be the Chinese symbol for “I embrace messy, bold action.” 🙂

  2. Great idea! I just tweeted to Nashville Food Project and The Porch that it would make a lovely collaboration. Separately, I just read “This is Just to Say” to my kids yesterday, so I loved being able to show your post to them, to prove to them that poetry is everywhere.

  3. Jennifer,
    I volunteered with Meals on Wheels for many years. This reminded me how much the service meant.
    Thank you. And Happy New Year.
    Also, I make book recs once a year on my blog Ms Cooks Table

    • Hi Robin!
      Thank you for being in touch and for your kind words. What a beautiful list of reads from 2019… please let me know what’s on your list for the early months of 2020! Warmly, Jennifer

  4. I work for the organization the distribute poems to seniors. We would love to bring the program to Nashville. If you are interested, please reach out.

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