Metaphor

From Spelling a poem by Margaret Atwood, found in The Norton Anthology of Literature by Women

"At the point where language falls away
from the hot bones, at the point
where the rock breaks open and darkness
flows out of it like blood, at
the melting point of granite
when the bones know
they are hollow & the word
splits & doubles & speaks
the truth & the body
itself becomes a mouth

This is metaphor."

(Highly recommend the rest of the poem but am reluctant to post it because doing so is an infringment of copyright law and I should know better. ; -) )

Been watching Farscape today ( Farscape stuff )

Books: Finished a short novel called "Like Water for Chocolat" which was the start of the 'Food Fiction' genre. Published in the '80s by Laura Esquirel.
It's a mixture of magic, home remedies, and recipes and story. I got for the recipes to be honest and my book club selected it. Quick read. Currently reading and almost done Bel Canto by Ann Patchett - about an opera singer and a bunch of dignitaries held hostage by terrorists in a small South American country. Very odd book - about music, love, chess, and not terrorism.
Hoping to start Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell soon - read twenty pages, but haven't had time to read more.