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to Gastronomica
Abstract: Sitting down at a table to a home-cooked, local meal gives where it comes from and why, the closer we will be to our food supply
me the same sensation as sitting down at my desk to write a new and the people and land that grew it. The poetics of food, rooted in
poem: a pause and then a surge of gratitude, followed by the slow di- both art and science, is an area of inquiry that should be considered
gestion of truth, honesty, and love. As our food system evolves, we in future food studies as well as novel forums and modes of expression
need to look at food as the poetry of our lives. A new food language, for capturing the farmer’s perspective.
a poetics of food, is needed to fully understand the shifts in value and
daily practices that are inherent to developing an enduring and inclu-
sive food system. As more people think daily about what they eat, Keywords: poetry, food, farming, first-generation farmer
T H E W I N D H A S T A K E N O F F again. This is one of the hazards of seed, tulips, leeks, and pickling cucumbers. This valley is the
living in the delta flats—streaks of insufferable wind. My old last vestige of intact, continuous farmland along the I-5 corridor
barn and the noble horse chestnut along the driveway have west of the Cascade Mountains.
withstood these gusts for over eighty years, but there is no telling After spending a decade as an agricultural researcher,
how the newer greenhouses and duck coops I constructed will studying soil health and plant diseases relevant to the valley’s
fare. I have spent many nights listening to sixty mile an hour main crops, I gave up on a nomadic, academic lifestyle. My
squalls penetrate the lath and plaster. Sometimes it all feels like heart wasn’t in it, despite the many years I had devoted to this
an experiment, my life and this farm. I am a first-generation career path. My academic ambitions were born out of my early
farmer trying to make a life and a living on this land. love of being outside and close to the land and, ultimately,
The neighbors on three sides are potato fields. From the I didn’t want to leave this valley. Instead, I decided to stay and
upstairs window where I sit and write, I can see the vacant dig into the fields and farming community I had studied from
potato rows from last fall’s harvest. Migratory trumpeter swans a distance. I unearthed my passion for reading and writing
waddle their way over and between ridges, recovering the last poetry. I made a conscious decision to write and teach and,
SUMMER 2019
morsels of tuber. This view offers an openness that is both nos- most importantly, to start a farm.
talgic and desolate, especially in the muddy heart of winter. Poets have been discussing food for a long time. It makes
On a clear day, I can see some of Washington’s gems, islands for good metaphor and imagery. You can’t forget Seamus
like Orcas and Lummi to the west and the luminous Mount Heaney’s short-lived blackberries, Robert Frost’s laborious ap-
Baker, an active volcano, to the east. The farm is 11.1 feet above ple picking, Elizabeth Bishop’s venerable fish, and Lucille
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sea level. The river is 1.5 miles away, and as the old timers like Clifton’s transformative greens. The poet Joy Harjo (1994)
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to say, it overflows like a teacup. writes, “Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while
As a child, I never imagined I would be living a life of food. we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.”
I raise dairy sheep and make artisan cheese and grow a wild mix These poems show us how to feel and describe and truly con-
of things from basil to calendula flowers, all on ten acres. Most nect with food, especially the story of it.
of the farms in this valley, including the dairies, are male-owned Perhaps this is how I found myself on a journey back to
and multigenerational and they operate on several hundred writing poetry and farming after many years as a scientist.
acres; a farm size considered small by national standards—think Poetry, I have found, is the best vessel for connecting with the
wheat in the Palouse or corn and soybeans in the Midwest—but meaning and emotion of food. It helps me internalize its value
it is all relative. Potatoes and berries are prominent in the fields, and validate the tremendous effort required to grow and gather
but over ninety types of crops grow well here including cabbage food outside of industrial models. Food blogger and author
GASTRONOMICA : THE JOURNAL OF CRITICAL FOOD STUDIES , VOL . 19, NUMBER 2, PP. 60–64, ISSN 1529-3262, ELECTRONIC ISSN 1533-8622. © 2019 BY THE REGENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. PLEASE DIRECT ALL REQUESTS FOR
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cultural act.” Romantic notions of farms appear daily—the to stay and do the work. Food and farming are a distinct mar-
majestically grazing sheep, glimmering carrots, and the stoic riage of science and art. Sitting down at a table to a home-
(male) farmer strolling in from the field at sunset. While this cooked, local meal gives me the same sensation as sitting
may capture the reader or customer through nostalgia, it can down at my desk to write a new poem: a pause and then a
62 also confuse our perceptions of who is doing the work and surge of gratitude, followed by the slow digestion of truth,
the actual sacrifice and physical exertion needed to maintain honesty, and love. A new food narrative is needed that can
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a farm, let alone make a living off of the land. The poetics of sustain the daily realities of the eater and the farmer and
food begs for honesty and truth. improve communication between the two. We need poems
After seven years on this land, I have buried my idealistic that can cut through the propaganda and cultivate food liter-
notions of farming. It is constant, hard work. It is freedom acy. Poems that examine the meaning of nourishment.
and joy and debt and sleepless, back-aching risk. I confront My farm is one of thousands trying to reinvent and re-
life and death daily. As Berry (1998: 137) writes in one of his imagine our food system, while redefining the parameters
Sabbath poems: of our relationship to land. These ventures paint a new pasto-
Near winter’s end, your flock ral that is idealistic and gritty, solid and grossly unfinished.
Will bear their lambs, and you The poetics of food sits at the intersection of place and taste
Must be alert, out late and self-sufficiency, and it is where we need to grow into the
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years ahead. The poet Tony Hoagland (2018: 29) writes, ———. 2002. “The Pleasures of Eating” In The Art of Commonplace.
64 Berkeley: Counterpoint.
“Poets must continue to live close to the wound, and poems
Blanco, Richard. 2013. “One Today.” www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/
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to speak from the edge of what the culture at large is unwill- one-today
ing to know.” I am here, farming and writing, because I know Franklin, Ruth. 2017. “The Art of Paying Attention.” New Yorker,
November 27.
our food system is broken. Because I believe a new food fu-
Harjo, Joy. 1994. “Perhaps the World End Here.” www.
ture, defined by equality and ecological balance, is possible. poetryfoundation.org/poems/49622/perhaps-the-world-ends-
Bite by beautiful bite, line by illuminating line. here
Hoagland, Tony. 2018. “The Poet as Wounded Citizen.” The Writer’s
Chronicles 51, no. 3.
Hogan, Linda. 2012. “Potatoes.” In The Hungry Ear: Poems of
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