Thursday, 19 June 2014

So how do you like your beer?

So how do you like your beer? And how do you write about the beer that you like? And what do you write about the beer or think about the beer that you just happen to like? Is it delicious, perhaps deciduous in its leafiness, deconstructive in its opt-out from the common good by wearing a cloud or does it enjoy flaunting its haunting beauty like a crystal in the sun or is it down in the dumps with the trolls down the road, festive yet fetid, a cold cup of coffee grit with a grip on the pith like a clamp-like cramp. Is it gold and bold, its flavour folded and rolled, or is it coal, smoked, poked about, talked about, brought up from the ground, a glass plunged into the night? Or is it this? Primeval in its fall from grace, a lazy lump of doing nothing, a hefty, heaving groan of gluttony…



Or is it this, where the night gloats in its ability to hold back light, where the noise emerges from the glass, the chatter of bright hops, the natter and the matter and the rutting of a city on heat…

Or is it this, as peculiar as the unknown but as secure as the unknown…

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There are many ways to write about beer and I’m not sure I’ll ever come to the end of finding them but I’ll keep searching (written after a day of judging beer and wondering where the words sometimes come from and if that’s enough).

1 comment:

  1. Ooo, it's like Dylan Thomas, except with alcohol...

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