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A poem!

I have created a poem for your enjoyment. I’m actually really excited about this one, I like it a lot. I’ve titled it “Happiness”


Happiness- By Azure Bottorff

3/4 c. shortning

1 c. sugar

1 egg

1 c. molasses

4 1/2 c. flour

1/4 t. cinnamon

1/4 t. ginger

1 1/2 t baking soda

Cream the shortning and sugar; add the egg and molasses.

Sift the flour, spices and baking powder together.

Alternately add the flour mixture and 3/4 c boiling water to the molasses mixture.

I add some flour,  mix., add 1/4 c. boiling water, mix, more flour, mix,  1/4 c, boiling water, flour, 1/4 c boiling water, last of the flour.

Chill the dough an hour or more. Roll out 1/2″ thick.

Bake 350° 12 to 15 minutes or until the top springs back when touched lightly. DO NOT overcook or they will be dry.



Great poem, no? The alternate title is “Grandpa’s Big Puffy Molasses Cookies.”

So here’s the story behind it: I was thinking about free-verse poetry. See, in my Young Adult Lit. class one of the books that we were assigned was written in free-verse poetry. I’ve been thinking about that kind of poetry since then. How do you get good quality free-verse poetry? What makes free-verse poetry written by a professional so much better than free-verse poetry by me? It was fun thinking about free-verse poetry, because I thought it was like writing out a prayer. I’ve done that before you know, sometimes writing just seems more natural, and free-verse poetry now seems like the natural way to write out a prayer. If that makes any sense.

I was thinking about free-verse poetry more yesterday, partly because I did write out a prayer in free-verse that day, but also because my sister was reading that free-verse book, for her Young Adlut Lit. class. I was thinking about the stanzas were the author would describe her yams. And then suddenly it hit me that recipes were like free-verse poetry.

And then I said to myself, “That’s crazy.” But I liked the idea anyway. And then I thought about Duchamp’s fountain. It was what you call a “ready-made art.” Look it up if you don’t know what I mean. Basically he slapped a title and signature on an object that already existed, and basically gave it a new meaning. It was quite the controversy.

I like my “ready-made poem” better. For one thing, it’s very useful. Talk about pragmatism in art. For another thing, I think this is a very uplifting poem. Of course, it would for me. I attach a great deal of meaning to the poem. This is a recipe my grandpa gave my dad- and they taste really good. I remember for the longest time Dad would say “I should really get that recipe…” Then finally he did, and we could taste these mysterious ‘puffy molasses cookies.’ That being said, I have to give the credit of the recipe to grandpa, and wherever he got the recipe from. But the poem is mine.


Is it weird that I actually feel a little brilliant for coming up with this? It’s like I get to be a misunderstood artist in the secret corner of my mind. And at the very least, it made me happy.

To think… all these ideas that I have, all the inspiration that I get… and most people won’t know about it. It’s so sad. After all, I feel like I have something to offer that nobody else in the world has. I want to share this idea. And there are creative people in the world, who try so hard to get their ideas out and into the world- they don’t want to get published or recognized just to earn money, surely there are less painful ways to do that. It must be hard for those people.


Don’t settle

I love my Young Adult Literature class.

I’m doing a Unit Plan for my Application Assignment. Basically, I take a book and I create two pre-reading activities, two during reading activities, and two post-reading activities. And I chose to do a Unit Plan for The Book of Three by Lloyd Alexander. I’m kinda sad not many people I meet are familiar with the Prydain Chronicles. It was challenging but fun to come up with activities for it. I lost track of time yesterday working on it. I’m so proud with what I have, I think The Book of Three should be taught in schools. It’s a classic example of High Fantasy Adventure, that I think people would appreciate.

Books. Those are one of this life’s greatest gifts. Not that all of them are wonderful, far from it. But there are so many good books, I think the trick is just finding them amongst all of the mediocre books. How can we settle for less when there are too many greater things out there that can possibly be read in a lifetime? Sometimes I get picked on by family members for being picky about my books, but I have never regretted it.

Don’t settle for that which is mediocre. Not in books, music, or movies. You’re better than that, it’s not worth your time.

Especially given how time seems to be slipping by. I don’t get much time for artwork these days. That’s typical of my student days. But yesterday I couldn’t keep my hands still, and I ended up with quite a few papers full of doodles.

Art. Books. Music. Movies. All these great and wonderful things that we can only scratch the surface of. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

It makes me think about the Carpe Diem poems. Of course, I don’t agree with all of the ideas related to them- like the ones in Andrew Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress. But perhaps some of the ideas? Maybe if I just took the first line;

Had we but world enough and time…

We don’t. That’s why idling is a crime.