SOME NOTES ON THE EATING HABITS OF FAMOUS ARTISTS
Some recollection that he needed
to eat something sent Georges Seurat
to the pantry now and again,
while he was covering the canvas
with tiny elegant blotches
that amounted to “The Grand Jatte”—
and all that was in the pantry
was chocolate, and that is what he ate
day after day.
The idea of it
is appealing: the yearning for art
stilling all other yearnings—not
abstemiousness exactly, nor
exactly unembodiment—
but
shouldn’t artists also be hungry,
ravenous even?
So Shelley
filled his pockets up with raisins,
dried figs and apricots, ate ginger-
bread and cookies whenever he could,
munched up honeycomb by the handful
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