A poet from an early age, (and little else), I am often asked about my unique writing style in which I readily admit my poems are 'domestic, suburban and unashamedly middle class'. Drinking has always been a large part of the process. A cup next to me is an essential 'prop'. Up until recently that cup was more often than not, a fine Sake in one of many beloved vintage Sake-wares. In my world I strive to be at one with everything around me with luminous compassion. It's pretty damned exhausting and I fail more days than not! Tea is a magical elixir that brings me to where I need to be. I like to travel an elegant, reasoned path between an outright love for the world and a healthy suspiciousness of it at the same time, and being tea-drunk works far more effectively than being sake or martini drunk.
|Hannah's Tea Table|
I sit at my 'bar' in my sunny, Los Angeles bungalow kitchenette. I have my Takaname kyusu. I have my Takaname yazamashi. I hold one, then the other, I caress them. I love the feel of the clay, I love the people who made them, the company they came from, I am awash with love, in fact, for everything, except for the tea I will soon bless them with. Senchas, Gaimachas, Hojichas, Banchas, Fukamidori, Fukamushicha, even Gyokuro is losing its appeal.