Part 4
“Eat Sushi”
I knew a ceremonial magician, who switched sides
a euphemism for died. In one interview, was asked
“What’s the secret of sex magick?”
He answered, “Eat sushi!”
Your reaction says more about you than me but then
again I wouldn’t have brought sushi up
unless I wanted you to react
An autofiction, whole, with nothing missing
I love sushi, you might too,
just remember love, love
a motion similar to
the difference between
a can-key
and a pull-tab
So naturally,
when challenged with food
to use as a prop,
I’d say Mcguffin except
nothing is moving along
I chose sardines
I mean anchovies, of course,
I was distracted, “One of you passed gas”
By your giggling,
Among the fallen winter wear and
too sharp coat hangars
we can tell where you are in the spectrum
of Innocence to Acceptance to Denial as a
substitute for Innocence’s lightness,
to the return to laughter
deeper, fuller, in the belly
with a dash of Impermanence
to ease the digestion
Part 5
“Experiment”
The Experiment
Having set about doing, I ordered my pizzas
once again with anchovies,
this time,
we approached
less in some sense
more with other senses
The first ‘The Regular’ loaded with
pepperoni, sausage, green peppers, onions
mushrooms, olives, and anchovies -- not great
but ate all -- The harmonious
blend, ruined by the shock of salt,
a certain sliminess
For the next pie, substituted anchovies for the sausage -- better
Pizza/Anchovy experiment #3 -- Dropped all the meats, a
personal direction --
The shock was back -- I rejected and then embraced the delicate bones -- Of note: Local pizza places are not going to use the best anchovies and the cook on the pizza makes a difference -- Next time cheese and anchovies only
Cheese and Anchovy -- ???
2. I ordered anchovies from several different countries all in olive oil -- Like Oysters, can we taste the terroir? The cleanliness of the waters -- the methods of catching -- the diet of the Fishers -- the nature of the bottoms on which they fed -- and the particular tensions of the leeward coast?
3. Terroir is hashed by the salt
4. One by itself, a brown question mark covered in a light green oil
sitting on a white plate,
invites playfulness
a. Slow chew
b. A blossoming embrace
c. Inside us lives someone who likes anchovies
d. The saltiness of playing in
the shallows
e. Is this mindfulness?
f. Can anyone do this?
g. Embrace your revulsion
5. Anchovies on dark rye with local cultured butter
thinly sliced red onions, and a smattering
of capers and cornichons
Why would I eat them any other way?
Each bite a becoming, a memory
Some from the past many from the future
6. A recipe from the future-past:
Eggplant, Garlic, Chocolate, canned Roasted Tomatoes
Olive oil, Mirepoix and
instead of Fish Sauce
a can of Anchovies
from Peru
Cook all-day
Use a slow cooker if necessary,
serve with pasta or
substitute.
Review: “Did you taste the anchovies?”
“What eww? No. This is too good to have
malodorous, salty, baitfish as a base.
Where’s the fishy taste?” “Umami”
Part 7 “Being Cursed with Love” Being cursed with love hard to let go, have been told I’m too clever for my own good I apologize for the shaggy doggerel this is me, at least, the Teller You probably call yours The Narrator or I, me, mine We have the soul of an anchovy slippery, darting in formation, from place to place trying to avoid the tiny hooks, baited to wake us up, pull us, gasping into the fresh cold air, And with a single flip, back we go
Addendum: We spill out laughing with relief. Now you’re doers and avoiders, careerists and slackers. Defined, you believe by the experiences after although in your mind, well before now You never think of the game, while adults partied downstairs as an intimate encounter -- I didn’t -- until unbidden, I tried to remember what we called the game -- I meant sardines but wrote anchovies instead.
Well, y’all my self-portrait with easter eggs and small fish.
Much appreciation,
Con/Jur/d, 11/15/2021
Part I is here: