Flash in the Pan

The words are almost good to eat.

I put the bacon into the pan.
It lies there, lank and perfectly relaxed.
After a few minutes, though, a marvellous transformation
starts: the bacon begins to whisper, then hiss,
sinks down, becomes transparent, bubbles and snaps,
and babbles to itself, turning crinkled and brown and stiff.

As good as this description is from Tom Waymman's Free Time it is not followed by a description of the eating of the bacon. The "Kitchen Poem" does go on to describe the making of a salad and the partaking of a crisp stalk of celery. But what I remember most is the beginning and the implicit analogy between cooked bacon and old age.

And so for day 1338
12.08.2010

Sub-mundane

There is on the spine of Brick (Winter 2005) a quotation from Jim Harrison's "Food, Fitness, and Death" in the same issue of Brick. This is the quotation:

How feebly the arts compete with the idea of what we are going to eat next.

Almost transcribed "freely" for "feebly".

At first blush this appears to be an observation about the demands of the body before the needs of the spirit or soul. Or alternatively there is a hint of gluttony lurking in the thoughts of the next bite. Much depends upon scarcity.

And so for day 184
16.06.2007