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The Spectre of sex appeal by Salvador Dali 1934
On the right-hand bottom side, we see Dalí as a
child, dressed as a sailor, observing his monstrosity
I misunderstand, tell what is the plan
As I change from juvenile into man
Her formation intrigues and repulses
Instead of control, there are impulses
Her head morphs upon a backdrop mountain
Sack cloth breasts, stem flow of sandy fountains
Solid rock womb, born of imperfection
The spectre miscarries, sans reflection
Propped up and falls forward in painful lurch
Composite pieces, on acceptance search
Ossified limbs, mangled bone skewers stone
Destined to experience life alone
She poses in pain and reeks of decay
I stand with a hoop, brought along to play
Ignores my advances, falling apart
I’ll return with barbed wire to bind her heart
No more cushioned stumps or flailing crutches
Unraveling her knots, where flesh touches
I’ll fashion a cross and burial mound
Existence fades as parts crash to the ground
Parts don’t stay buried, so I light a fire
Warm them back up, on a funeral pyre
My god she’s beautiful, I’m overcome
We join together in flames, curse undone
O vampire of the vacuum!
Nature. Abhors ye thou?
Witches, get aloft on broom!
Do not ask us how!
Poisonous the atmosphere?
Grease thee up the gear.
Song in my head, what you hear!
Last time got severe!
Torrent of the havoc?
In this chaos whirls fast.
Heaven, Hell, thy hollyhock.
Flowers of the past.
Yttrium, silken silica.
From these sheer skewers make.
Underworld god, ravens caw!
Carrion crow, thy cake!
O woody-layered xylem!
Thy water courier: what?
Pain in my soul, your problem!
Hall warrior, every hut!
Spark of meteor, burn the air!
Shine as you descend!
Dead man's fingernails to pare!
Blossom as you bend!
Wit, blow up flame. Brain, thy game.
Nightmare, need ye name?
Kingdom of God, stake thy claim!
Baited for to blame!
Dun dusk, shimmer. Gossamer, set.
Illusion, set. Get.
Portal iridescent, let.
Gambling on the bet...
Talos's teather
Protected by having
in an industry of lovers
he proceeds to ply
between two things i
characters together
heirs to assignment
cohorts of work
trouble through the details
sort out the duties
define there roles
championing each cause
might they labor
thus in toil must they
labor!
When we are obligated to come
Each attendance is
as important as those
concepts that define
what can be harvested from
the situation of
it's existence
"On the mistaken assumption that
the language should confusing
or the introduction
overly lavish
to the point where it insults and creates interest
that divide people's loyalties to
one another
1 flank steak pounded thin
mix in a bowl
3 tablespoons of bacon grease
5 crushed cloves of garlic
1/4 cup of chopped onion
two olive oil
2 tablespoon of lemon juice
1/2 cup of feta
1 chopped jalapeno pepper
1/2 of drained dice spinach
1 T of honey
1/2 teaspoon of nutmeg
1 tablespoon of fish stock
1/4 cup of parmesan
1/4 cup of sunflower seeds
1 egg yolk
mix in a bowl, mix though and smooth.
cover flank steak
roll the steak and use skewers and make lollipops
broil each side to desired donnest..
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3 cups of smashed cooked lima beans
1/2 heavy cream
1 stick of butter
1 cup of sauteed slice mushrooms
1/4 of cooked bacon bits or ham
1/2 cup of diced asparagus diced
1 Tablespoon of rosemary
4 T of crushed garlic
mix and
serve under the steak
with a dollop of sour cream
and chives.............
Marrious
Our annual sisters dinner at the Melting Pot. We pay to cook our own food. The shopping done by the restaurant. We climb into a huge booth, tell jokes, stories, sing funny songs about serious stuff — some sympathize, others laugh not understanding this is a true story. And we divide two bottles of wine.
the cheddar cheese
melts and devours morsels —
we pop into our mouths
Memories made, smiles exchanged. The waiter’s named David, who’s serving another David and he reminds me of a library book No, David, only I say Slow down, David. With one glass of Chateau Michelle this is a funnier joke.
sisters poke the pot —
assorted skewers hold meat
boiling in hot oil
Now I’m feeling like the holiday roast. This is one place that should only be done once a year. We talk some about kids but our families are mostly forgotten as we enjoy the adult bonding. Our sis-in-law was afraid we might add in shots. We did not but the food itself is intoxicating. After dessert we must make it to the car.
the yin and yang
white and dark chocolate
sweetens fruit and cake
12/17/2018
Ten pig ears cut into 3/4- 1/2 stripes
Ten 3/4 inch slabs of pork belly
Roll the pigears into circles and use the pork belly to seal the rolls. Using skewers put two rolls to five skewers or make 20 and use 10 skewers. For 24 hours to two days maranade.
The maranade
5 fresh red hot chilis
( 5 tablespoons of caueene)
10 cloves of Garlic
7 tablespoons of onion power
1 cup of vinager
1/3 cup of sugar
2 tablespoon of black pepper
1 tablespoon of paprika
1 tablespoon of msg
5 tablespoons of salt
1 cup of lemon juice
Five peppercorns
Five tablespoons of liguidsmoke
3 cups of tomato paste
1/4 cup of Sherry
1 cup of pureed mango
Four tablespoons of grated ginger root
In a food processor could m me Garland c Chili's salt pepper corns and ginger. Mix until garlic is chopped . Add remaining is ingredents and in a large covered container add marandae and pork.
Allow to maranade.in a large pot add3 quarts of water and pour maranade and pork into the pot of water. Cook for one hours reducing the heat to allow the pork to simmer.
Taste the water. Remove water if alot still remains.keep it. Reduce heat and simmer for 35-45 minutes allowing a sauce
To form add more stock if needed.or add mango or orange juice.
4 cups of shredded cabbage
1 cup of shredded fennel root
1/2 cup of diced green apples
1 cup of shredded carrots
1/2 cup of chopped salami
1/4 of sliced garlic
1/2 cup of olive oil
1 cup of diced onions
3/4 cup of diced yellow peppers
Three cups of chicken stock
In a wok add oil add 1 teaspoon of Garlic
Add fenynal and carrots and onions, peppers
Add stock and allow to simmer.cover. for ten minutes.
Add salami and apples and cook for
Add cabbage and toss to evenly coat. Add garlic
Apples and salami. Cover and cook for ten minutes on medium.
Remember be and serve with the pork.
The Phat Ladies of Malta or The Fat Ladies of Malta
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8 chicken thighs de-boned and flatened
16 slices of ham
16 slices of swiss cheese
roll ham and cheese in the chicken
to create a cigar shape
use tooth picks or skewers to secure in place
flour with seasoned flour
egg wash and breadcrumb mixture
sautee golden brown ( almost done)
remove from the pan set aside.
in a pan sautee 1 cup of onion
1/4 cup of red bell pepper
5 T of chopped celery
4 tablespoons of garlic in olive oil
carmilize. add 4 tablespoons of tomato puree
1 teaspoon of anchvie paste.
2 cups of marsala
squeeze one leom
1/4 of parlsey
1 teaspoon of sweet basil
1 cup of chicken stock
1 14 oz. can of artichoke hearts
1 teaspoon of cayeene pepper
1/2 cup of black olives
1/2 cup of sunflower
salt to taste or taste and salt. if to salty water it down.
simmer on lowish medium for 20 to 30 minutes.
serve with a salad and some garlic bread enjoy!
The majestic position of the lion
Soul stripped.
Flesh ripped.
Hope lost.
Time moves on not heeding the cost.
Hurt buried aside in the ditch.
Anger flares like a flip of the switch.
Fist tenses,
Wrenching blood from within.
Fingers pawing at the line of life,
White with streaks of red pressed flesh.
Ghost pepper strongly inhaled,
Nose like a waterfall over the lips.
Eyes clenched as tears meet sweat of the brow.
Foot tapping unceasingly faster,
Knee and leg exaggerating the attack.
Yoke across shoulders crunching bones.
Arms crossed, torso giving to gravity.
Pores gushing both hot and cold.
Mind races with head pivoting,
Circular on it's axle.
Soul? The soul dancing??? How cruel...
Mouth ajar in disbelief.
Tongue scratching to arise from it's lair.
Cheeks numbing,
Throat choked.
The beat of the soul continues...
Mind dampens.
Heart weakens.
Gut set to purge.
Soul keeps dancing...
Heart, mind and gut can't hear the rhythm.
Body jolts in knee-jerk spasms.
Face curls in anger,
Nose crunches cheeks,
Upper lip cliffs out over teeth,
Brow furrows, slanted cynically.
Mind perks up seeking to undermine...
Logic with misdirection lined.
All except the soul act as one.
The body relaxes, the masquerade begun.
"Nothing ever did transpire,
There is no real reason for this angst and mire."
Lungs breath a sigh of relief,
Heart makes off in the night like a thief.
Outward appearance turns abruptly calm.
The soul leaps up, raising an outward palm...
"Stop this at once! We've done this before!
Leading only to hunger, depression, and gore."
Soul connected to the source of life,
Reaches through the smoke of daunting strife.
Louder and louder the truth is yelled,
Mind, gut, heart and body remain uncompelled.
Suddenly, a piercing touch from without,
Skewers the essence of each with doubt...
The soul is a right a truth must break,
A two way mirror reflecting a fake.
The mind is steadfast not willing to commit.
The heart is frozen as opposed to lit.
The gut uneasy in volcanic burn.
Body's composure lost in a violent turn.
The soul is heard, the unforgiven must cave,
History includes a pain never forgave.
Voice it aloud all five parts of being proclaim...
"Release, us at once, from this torture and maim!"
How lucky we are every morning when we wake up to hear this voice inside our head say:
Let’s do everything we can to make today a great day.
It doesn’t have to be earth-shattering…monumental or grand in any way
It doesn’t have to be anything great…for it to be a great day.
Yesterday we woke up early, fed Doctor,
(our neighbor’s cat who always waits by our front door),
ate breakfast, then headed out to our favorite beach for a walk along the shore.
Back from the beach we asked our neighbor and her daughter
(the ones who own Doctor the cat now sleeping on our bed)
If they wanted to walk with us to the house of our neighbor (whose in the hospital)
because her cat, her fish and her chickens needed to be fed.
We watched a little TV and completed a crossword puzzle together
(I sit next to Deborah and she has the puzzle on her lap).
When we finished (since so much fun is tiring) we decided to take a nap.
After the nap we headed to the grocery store
(for groceries that while shopping the day before we forgot to obtain)
then took are new origami paper and folded some frogs and hearts and cranes.
We grilled vegetables for dinner and,
(after Deborah added a little spice, then took them off the skewers)
we ate them over rice.
Next we headed off to Ava’s soccer game…
(It’s the last of her soccer games at which we’ll ever cheer)
because she graduates high school in two weeks
and new adventure await next year.
The game didn’t end until after 9:00 (late for a soccer game to wrap)
but we didn’t mind because (you may remember)…we had already taken a nap.
Nothing extraordinary happened yesterday…(nothing historic at any rate)
but when you add a bunch of good things together…somehow….a day can end up great…
And our wish when we went to sleep that night…
(which we seem to wish for more and more)
is we will wake up the next morning…
to a day as great as the day before.
Three days in - three days of school - and it’s like I never left.
In school, you can get oversaturated with screens. I like books.
They have a sense of permanence, they don’t glare back at you,
and I want something physical I can grip, markup and push off
the bed onto the floor when I get over it.
After three days of class, I’m asking (no one in particular), "Are we there yet?"
I can speed-read if I have a pointer - I use cocktail picks (swizzle sticks?) - you know, the little olive skewers you get in a martini? I have a collection from all over the world.
If I go to a bar and they have nice swizzle sticks, I’ll gather a few up. “What are you DOing,” Karen, (Lisa’s mom) asked me as I scarfed up several from patron’s empty glasses at the elegant, Refinery Rooftop bar in Manhattan.
“I have a TON of reading to do,” I explained, helpfully.
“Don’t even ask,” Lisa shrugged, rolling her eyes, when her mom looked confused.
The trick to speed reading is your eyes (and brain) pickup more than you realize and people tend to pronounce things, in their minds, as they read, which REALLY slows you down. So, you swivel the pointer down the page, following the pointer with your eyes, and Walla!
You can’t do THAT with a computer screen. You need a book, and when you have 2 or 3 hundred pages (or more) a night to read, you can’t just hold your breath and refuse - like a seven-year-old - can you? Seriously, I mean, can we? I’m asking - though it’s probably a little late (senior year).
Now, of course, not just any appetizer toothpick or fruit pick will do - the selection process can be rather byzantine. They must be a certain length, about 2 inches longer than my finger, so my hand doesn’t block the text, and square ones are the easiest to grip. Finally, if they have a little arrow-point on the tip? Well, that’s true love.
The problem is, I can get a little intense when reading and they tend to break. When my roommates hear me exclaim, “God DAMN it!” At 2am. They usually know why.
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A song for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
Lovelies, let’s gather ‘round.
Grab your citrusy orange.
Hold it in your palm —
it’s the whole world.
Each one contemplates
the world. We have a world
of thought inside of us.
Christ born! Christ died for us!
Lovelies, have you got
the whole world in your palm?
Find a birthday candle, push
into the center of your world. Light it up!
Watch the flicker. He’s the center
of our belief. The light — savior
of this dark world. An orangeburst
of life, the craving for eternity.
Now a red ribbon, fasten ‘round
the waist of the world.
Lovelies, this is the blood of Christ.
He didn’t waste a drop.
Christ’s side was pierced, no red.
Water ran out instead. Completely
drained, his human experience profuse,
Our transfusion of mercy and grace.
Skewers, four seasons of fruit.
Juicy or dried, but delicious, satisfied
sanctification of each one, the saints.
Look to the Bishop of our Souls, the flame.
Fruit of the Spirit — love, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, goodness
faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
Remind us! Let us see Christ inside us.
Christingle, look at it!
The loveliest of the lovelies
we celebrate. His birth, life,
death, resurrection and ascension.
Christingle reminds us
to remember his sacrifice, his love
for the whole world. What you hold
in your palm, infuse in your heart.
12/21/2020