Cheesie Reminiscenses
I received from
a friend
a very manly brick of
Limburger cheese.
I say manly because
women usually
don't eat cheese that
buzzes
and is as old-aged as
mine.
This cube of cheese
has an odor
Perhaps best
described as that which issues
from long-unwashed
underwear hems.
To eat it is to be
arrested, overcome.
You cannot eat this
cheese
and do anything else
as a secondary activity;
your full attention
is riveted to the consuming act
as though you're on a
wing-walking excursion,
or shaving with an
extremely sharp straight razor.
I gaze at this cheese
contemplating
burying it in the
yard
or eating more. I decide to eat more.
There is an
edible-if-you-dare rind
around this cheese
that sweats
when it is exposed to
air. I keep my Limburger
in a tight jar once
opened, and
I appreciate that
this cheese
continues its
critical mass build-up
even when
refrigerated and stored thusly;
eating limburger
reminds me of
other nasty things I
've done.
Afterwards, no amount
of hand-washing will
remove me
from the consequence
of my deed,
but I can assume
thoughtful poses
with my fingers near
my nose
and secretly re-live
it all
in blissful reverie.
[David Zep Dix]
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The gourds involved came from an earlier day farmers market stand by the Fox.
A then new species; curious forms. Life surrounds, wot?
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Raccoon editor teaches students the aspects of flowers.
Pistils, stamens, etc.
Waukesha High School 1952
Checkered life begins
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Michael Hedges plays his harp guitar.
Amazing depth of tone variables
from mightily plucked open string base notes
in top sound box
to lightly tapped overtones
in the higher range on the standard frets
play
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTC7kPZZmuM
