Diet Ginger Ale
by
Leeann Monat
copyright 12-09-2005
Age Rating: 7 to 127
Another sip of generic diet ginger ale,
the bittersweet-ness of the aspartame
lies on the edge of her jaded tongue.
It was deceivingly alluring
even though each swig reminds her now
of visits to the fourth floor apartment.
Where she was a subdued, naive child
playing Uno and Connect Four
by the light of the eight by six-foot window.
The carbonized bubbles prickle like tears in her throat,
washing away the gingery pleasure of the ale,
with a wave of repressed resentment
of a time when she still believed
that aspartame was sugar.
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First, your poem reminded me of Plato's Cave in the Phaedo. This came from a combination of (a) aspartame being the 'shadow' of sugar, and (b) the light from the window. For me the core of this poem is the realizaton that one is/has been naive and the response to that realization. Sadly or fortunately this goes on throughout life whenever you find yourself in a new world by learning something new. And the only way not to is to remain subdued like the prisoner in Plato's cave. And then there is the whole business of deceiving allurement.
A further little side track is that I seem to remember that some companies produced a 'ginger' beer or ale which used somethnig in place of actual ginger just as some bottlers used pepper instead of quinine for what they called 'tonic water' (Originally 'quinine tonic' to counteract malaria which Europeans encountered in India and elsewhere).
Second, thank you, thank you, thank you. Your poem has just provided me with a couple of hours of great fun tracking down stuff related to ideas about taste, e.g where the taste buds for bitter and sweet are on the tongue and the two games you mentioned which were both created/produced in the early 1970s and are matching-blocking, zero-sum games. How's that for being out in left field?
As literature this poem deserves 4-5 roses, but for derived enrichment it deserves much more.
Memories given to those who will read them are excellent reminders of the past. Freeing yourself to the world of P-N-P readers, you will create many a dedicated followers.