Two Ways to Eat a Pie

In 2007 Disney came out with a charming movie called Ratatouille. In the movie, a critic named Anton Ego comes to the restaurant. The following is his conversation with the waiter:

Anton Ego: After reading a lot of overheated puffery … you know what I’m craving? A little perspective. That’s it. I’d like some fresh, clear, well-seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?
Waiter:  With what, sir?
Anton Ego: Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?

Perspective.

Writers, and all artists on a larger scope, are always in hot pursuit of a new angle, new direction, or a new spin on something that others will pause to take a moment to enjoy and ponder. That is what creativity is all about right- taking a mundane idea and personalizing it with your own personal stamp of perspective. Being yourself is the easy part. The hard part is finding people who are willing to take the time to look through your glasses, listen to your thoughts, and believe in your art. Your perspective.

There are two types of people who will appreciate your art: 1.) those who will obsess over you for a small period of time and then get sick and move on and 2.) those who will appreciate everything you do for a lifetime and enjoy your contributions to art one piece at a time. Of course, the later is what artists hope for, but I fear that the former is much more common. We are all guilty of obsession occasionally. Obsession is how we decide whether we love or dislike something. Dipping one toe into the water is not enough to decide if you want to train for the Olympic team for the next twelve years.

So today I offer a bit of Perspective.

Well-seasoned Perspective.

 

Two Ways to Eat  a Pie

 

There once were twin brothers, who were given twin pies,

Complete with whipped-cream on top.

Each felt the rush as he feasted his eyes,

On the crispy, criss-crossing pie top.

 

The first twin dug in with gusto and zeal.

He snarfed down the  pie in a blink.

He slumped in a moan as he started to feel,

The ache of not pausing to think.

 

All through the day and into the night,

He lay on his bed feeling sick,

And wishing with all of his mind and his might,

He hadn’t eaten so darn quick.

 

The second twin brother took his sweet time,

And made his pie last all the day.

He savored it slowly, so sweet and sublime,

And it never got in his way.

 

All through the day and into the night,

He smiled in knowing that he,

Had taken the time to eat that pie right-

A slice at a time, happily.

 

-M.M.

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