Ok, we’ve had like a zillion poems submitted. We, the Baconfest Chicago Literary Board, are reading through them all with love and appreciation (or as much as there can be in the subjective process that is poetry “evaluation”.) We’ll weed it down to our favorite final 5 or so and we will mount those for a public poll to be released in the next day or so.
The winner will get two tickets to the SOLD OUT Baconfest Chicago on April 20th.
Thanks to everyone who took the time to submit. We got some really fantastic poems. I love this aspect of co-running a Bacon Festival – getting to see how people’s love of bacon translates into poetry.
Stay tuned for a big announcement tomorrow about our final contest: The Baconfest Chicago Cocktail Challenge!!
Andre Von Baconvitch
Ok Bacon Nation,
As you all know by now, Baconfest Chicago on April 20th at the UIC Forum is SOLD OUT. As always, we are STOKED to give you ticket holders out there the GREATEST culinary experience of your lives. Those of you without tickets, we’ve got a few more contests coming up – including the one below. Stay tuned. Also, don’t forget to vote for your favorite Amateur Bacon Recipe.
We are pleased to announce The Bacon Poetry Contest! Submit a poem to be considered for the 2013 BEST POEM ABOUT BACON award!
What does this mean exactly? Whatever you want it to mean. We want to read some poems about Bacon, why you love it, why you just can’t get enough, why it haunts your dreams… you get the idea.
There are a million odes about love, but so few about Bacon. Let’s fix that. Channel your inner Chaucer, friends, and let Bacon be your muse.
Email submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org (one submission per e-mail address allowed). Deadline: Wednesday March 20th at 1pm.
The winner of this contest will get 2 tickets to Baconfest Chicago compliments of the Baconfest Chicago Literary Board. And as if that’s not enough incentive, there will no doubt be some Bacon prizes involved.
We’re ready to have our poetic minds blown. Send us your poems!!
NOTE: Your poems must be made available for on-line publication at www.baconfestchicago.com – and you must grant us permission to use your poem in our forthcoming publications, ODES TO BACON volumes 1 and 2 (Baconfest Chicago Poetry Contests 2009-2013).
Need some inspiration? Below is a look at the winning entries from Baconfest Chicago 2010, 2011 and 2012 written by Bridget Fallon, Joel Chmara and Ryan Myers.
Bacon Nation, SEND US YOUR POEMS!!
Andre Von Baconvitch
© 2010 by Bridget Fallon
It aint made out of turkey, that aint natural
Keep the poultry in the pasture lookin pastoral
It aint pounded out of tofu or dried, dyed soy
Those processed freezer strips strip away all joy
It aint Canadian-just gonna call that out
As one more thing to feel sorry for them about
Bacon is pork belly, crisp and cured
The best part of breakfast, rest assured
Not limited, however, to those uses
It’s nearly impossible to find abuses
Go with the gut-it never leads you astray
In cupcakes, in ice cream, in peanut satay
If your food’s in a rut, there’s always one sure way
To juice up your weary S-A-L-I-V-A
So we gather to glut our appetites today
With bacon, real bacon, in so many a way!
JOHNNY BACONSEED: A POEM FOR THE HOPELESS ROMANTICS
© 2011 by Joel Chmara
When strips of pork Godliness dance-crackle-curl on the pan,
I will be there,
puffing my chest
accepting pops of grease on my shirt
like a Deputy Ditka badge.
Garments perfumed with slight bacon splatter is no call for stain-lifter.
Nay, it simply ensures that one will carry the greatest foodstuff essence
for the rest of the day.
Take heed dear readers,
to love bacon is to carry the smokey scent with you
as an am-bad-ass-ador of the fine piggy belly brine.
I am that breed of bacon lover
spreading its virtues
as Johnny Baconseed.
Baconology mentored to friends
of how to incorporate it into every dish.
Caramelized, Hickory Smoked, Peppered, Mapeled
Sweet or Savory
Lardon or in Bits
I can baconate any menu
for the better of humankind.
When the final bite of a bacon treat
crunches in my mouth
leaving the perfect salty smoke sensation
I whisper to no one in particular,
“That’ll do pig. That’ll do.”
The Quantum Dance
© 2012 by Ryan Myers
All a waste of my precious time.
Every minute I spend away from my porcine mistress, agony.
The experience of the human condition is merely what one must endure between bacons.
I am Schrödinger’s diner, caught in a superposition of states, always simultaneously eating bacon, and not.
I dance the pork belly ballet.
She calls to me, my pancetta princess.
She calls to me, from beyond the vegetable veil.
I hear her. I long for her salty, smoky embrace.
To live without bacon, is not to live.
I love you, bacon.