Tastes change. In my younger years I preferred sweeter brown ales, eschewed hoppier, bitter beverages, and seldom branched out. Nowadays, I lean heavily towards the bitter, and when the opportunity presents itself, feel compelled to sample the unknown. Thus when I spied Alaskan Brewing Company’s Alaskan Jalapeño Imperial IPA on tap, I had no choice but to order a pint. We may not normally place the words Alaska and jalapeño alongside each other, but if this Imperial IPA is any indication, perhaps we should. With an odor of hops and capsicum, it felt smooth on the tongue, a little malty, even earthy. Not complex at the outset, but subtle, defying definition and developing over time, in the way a good poem develops. My only complaint would be the lack of heat. But hey, I’m from Texas, and we do jalapeños. This is a beer of multiple cultures, a blend of distinct identities. I think of Joan Naviyuk Kane, and her first book, The Cormorant Hunter’s Wife, in which she writes in “Antistrophic”
Instead of out, I am in,
Trying at the old habit of imperfect definition
As well as the less familiar,
Between falling gold
Kane’s narrative, her mythology and landscape, are not mine, yet they invite me in and envelop my senses, allowing synthesis, acceptance, to occur.
But sometimes I crave the unadorned. The Lone Pint Brewery’s Yellowrose IPA, a single malt, single hop concoction, startled me. Surprisingly mellow in the mouth, it imparts grapefruit and perhaps pineapple with a hint of something I can’t readily identify. Strong yet delicate, infinitely interesting, Yellowrose is most definitely a celebration of simplicity and craft – a few ingredients combined to create magic. Which may also describe Christina Davis’s book An Ethic. Spare in nature, her work transcends the limits of language, the borders of the page. Her poems blossom anew with each reading, and the farther away I move from them, the more I long to return:
”All Those That Wander,” in its entirety:
After the ark survived the Flood,
it was taken apart
to be made into cages.
This is the nature of religion.
Of course my curiosity leads me down other paths, too. Infamous Brewing Company’s Sweep the Leg peanut butter stout pours with a small head, and tastes of rich malts and coffee, with a little cocoa and, of course, subtle peanut tones. An opaque, dark brown or black, with minimal carbonation, exuding stillness, it isn’t quite what I anticipated, with the peanut butter flavor a tad muted. But the mouthfeel is spot on, and the aftertaste lingers, leaving me requesting more of this unlikely combination, and reminding me of Charles Simic’s Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell, in which he imparts, through prose poems, the experience of viewing Cornell’s enigmatic art. Nothing is quite as you expect it should or could be, yet you go on, somehow understanding. He writes in “Secret Toy”:
In a secret room in a secret house his secret toy sits
listening to its own stillness.
Simic offers openings into Cornell’s art, explains the unexplainable without explanation. I stare into the pint of Sweep the Leg, and find my own stillness. I read Simic and find another. This is what I seek in poetry, what I want in good beer. I have found it.
Yes, at bottom it’s all the same. That’s the beauty of everything having been made of light.
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I agree, Jane.
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Very cool post.
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Thank you. But the beer is cooler. 🙂
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I enjoyed all the excerpts, but this–
“After the ark survived the Flood,
it was taken apart
to be made into cages.” That’s brilliant! She didn’t even need the next line, in my humble opinion.
I’d never have thought to pair a poem with a beer, craft or otherwise (hey, wordcraft and beercraft!) but then my tastes are less sophisticated than international beers. If there’s a craft brewery poetry tour, Bob, you’re the obvious choice for tour guide/docent.
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Christina Davis is brilliant. And hey, a craft brewery poetry tour! I like the sound of that.
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Those lines struck me as well, Leigh.
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nice post. i never was much of a beer guy but i do pride myself in being one of the first gringos to sample dos xx long ago. now? a very cold, very dry vodka martini. shaken. not stirred.
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I’m a beer drinker from way back, and what’s being produced today by craft brewers is amazing. It’s a good thing that I have a little self-control. Hmm. Have you and James Bond ever been seen in the same place, at the same time? Just wondering, John.
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Great post. I love craft beer and poetry, both, so this really struck home for me. I wonderful morning read.
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Two of my greatest enthusiasms, too! And thanks for the kind words.
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If you get a chance to try Midnight Sun’s Berserker Imperial Stout I highly recommend you do. They are out of Anchorage Alaska.
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Will do. How could I not, with a name like that?
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Great post–left me yearning to sit and sip and read. Thanks for all the recommendations, liquid and poetic.
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You’re very welcome, Melissa. Hmm. Now I’m wondering which cheese to pair with the beer…
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This has seriously inspired me, Robert. There are no fewer than 6 craft breweries within 3 miles of me in Madison WI — and lord knows how many poets — and yet there is no tradition anywhere of beer-poetry pairing nights… Yet!
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I’m amazed at how many breweries have popped up in my area over the past few years. And yes, it seems time for this particular pairing!
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OMG! I love it when I am introduced to a new poet by a poet I love. Just ordered “An Ethic.” Thank you.
Sent from my iPhone; I’ll say it now: Damn auto-fill!!
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Her first book, Forth a Raven, is also stunning. There’s not a wasted syllable among the pages of either book.
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I smiled from first word to last. Well done.
Imagine a poetry reading, over the course of two hours, three poets paired with three beers. At the end, I’m sure there would be a call for encores.
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If not for the poets, for the beer!
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I love how passionate you describe these “beers”. I am a big fan of exploring the wide array of beverages available these days but I stay true to the triples, in particular “Gouden Carolus Triple” (Translates to Golden Carolus Triple.) A decently known Belgian triple. I recommend you try it when you get the chance.
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I’ll be sure to look for it. Thank you!
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Mmmmmm! Like your tastes in beer mine have changed over the years. I’ll be looking for these! Did you have them in Texas? We are heading that way next week. Dallas-Granbury-New Braunfels-Austin.
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Oh, yes. Here in Austin, all at a nearby Whole Foods, which has a small bar that carries only craft beer on tap. Grocery shopping has never been more, uh, inspiring. 🙂
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Cool!
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Well done! Incorporating libation and literature! In general, I do not enjoy beer much…but your notes regarding Infamous Brewing Company’s Sweep the Leg peanut butter stout have me intrigued…it could well be my match! 🙂
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Thank you. Southern Tier’s Creme Brulee Stout is also very interesting. It’s like dessert.
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…I’m writing this one down as well…thank you! 🙂
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Not much of a beer drinker. But occasionally I will have a Guinness on tap or a Dos Equis with lime. Nice post.
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I understand. My wife is not much of a beer drinker, either, but occasionally she sips one because at that moment nothing else will do. 🙂
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Love the opening poem, and the post. If I drank beer these days it would be Moose Drool Brown Ale, from Montana’s Big Sky Brewery. “What are you drinking, George?” “Moose drool.” Has a certain . . . ah . . . cache about it. 🙂 (Sorry Robert, just couldn’t resist adding this to the conversation.)
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Moose Drool’s pretty tasty! Much better than Santa’s Butt…
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Wonderful layers. Had no idea beer could evoke so much. You must have a special kind of synesthesia 🙂
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Very special. Ha!
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I like synesthesia. Words have tastes to me, and it makes sense that different sensuous stimuli should point to the same place . . . I’m not expressing it right.
Music can suggest flavors to me too.
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You’ve expressed it very well. Music doesn’t suggest flavors to me, but often evokes images.
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I like your descriptions of the beers, poetry in themselves.
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Thank you. There’s quite a bit of poetry in some of these beers!
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Cheers!
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Cin cin!
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I very much enjoyed this post. Excellent.
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I enjoyed conducting the research. 🙂
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Something’s in the air. Another blogger friend proposed soup and poetry for fall. Now, we have beer and poetry. I’m loving this! Huge potential to widen the audience for poetry.
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I’m contemplating making this a regular offering, perhaps once a month, which means I’ll have to more frequently stop at my favorite bar, er, grocery store, to sample the wares. A win-win situation!
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Love it! I smiled at this half-sentence — “Nowadays, I lean heavily towards the bitter…” — quietly thinking, “Me, too.” I have not yet matured into a taste for hops, but “All Those That Wander” made me want more of Davis, if not the Yellowstone IPA. Thanks for once again entertaining and edifying, Bob!
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20 years ago I would have turned up my nose had someone offered me arugula. Now, I crave it! I must admit to having the biggest poetry crush when it comes to Christina Davis. Her writing entices me, as does the Yellowstone IPA (but in a different way).
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Wonderful
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Thank you.
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Well that’s just great! Now I need a beer! Great post. 🙂
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Have two! And thank you.
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All the excuse I need bro! Cheers!
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Glad to be of service! 🙂
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Love those two Christina Davis poems. Might have to make use of them myself. Thanks!
Jeff
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Christina Davis is brilliant!
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The first Christina Davis poem is “All Those That Wander” which led me to read “Bestiary” which is the next one in her book. Just to clarify. 🙂 Jeff
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Don’t stop there! 🙂 Her first book, Forth a Raven, knocked my socks off, too.
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You are always very generous with your reading and I wish to thankyou with a mightiy spike today as I zoom around your site. Zany laconic post, this is – thank you!
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Poetry and beer. Can’t beat the combination. And thank you..
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Out here in NorCal, the land of milk and honey, artisanal cheese, wine and lots of craft beer, I happened upon a very limited release by Anchor Steam, Argonaut double IPA. As these doubles go, some overbearing or unbalanced, this is beautifully made, a pleasure to drink and enjoy. If you come across some, buy all they have!
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I drank my first Anchor Steam in August,1980. A memorable occasion. But I’ve never tried the Argonaut. I hope I can find it.
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While we’re at it beer-wise, as a boy from near Frederick, Maryland, I cautiously propose Flying Dog’s Doubledog. It’s a Rottweiler at 11.5% abv, and not everyone’s cup of tea. But, poured like port or a cocktail, it stands by itself (Maryland pride) proudly!
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That is a Rottweiler! 11.5% abv? Wow. I must find some.
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Most people associate wine with great literature and beer with limericks. You dispel that myth with a pint glass full of poetry. Well done!
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Thank you. I consider good beer the equivalent of good wine. It’s not just for swilling with nachos (although it is mighty fine for that).
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You should visit Cornwall and try our Doom Bar. It’s said to be the best (in Cornwall).
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Very tempting!
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Beer is my idol of worship. Started as a baby sitting on the bar in my seat sucking down a cold one in my bottle with my Dad. Mom beat hell out of him; but we were both too drunk to feel blows.
Also, I wanna thank you for stopping by my blog and “liking” my newest post “Don’t Pass it on.” I really appreciate it. Hope to hear from you again. Until then, I’ll pop a cold one in your honor.
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I don’t believe I started quite that young.
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Well that’s made me thirsty!
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Then my work is done!
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I wine and whine- wouldn’t it figure ag zig?- moon in june sublime :X – title that one cusses and cheers! 🙂 paradox brewing company divide colorado- you should sour it some if you’ve a branch olvie … olive or otherwise to extend. it doesn’t quite lend itself to “croutons on a cowpie.” but just as theodore roosevelt was. a city slicker as am I, but not a historic crusader and child’s keepsake, at least you’ll have beer. and words. sometimes noise is jice drowning out the voices. 😉
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