Over Night in the Cold Dark Fridge
Now a Quesadilla
It was a damn good quesadilla too! A little Mexican shredded cheese, hot sauce, and about 5 minutes on the George Foreman to heat it through. Wash it down with a Pacifico. I'm ready for the world.
Just for good measure I'll post a fresh picture of the pooch. Look at the fire in her eyes. Thats intense.
Thanks for coming.
3 comments:
I enjoyed the poetic food post. In particular, the addition of 'cold dark' before fridge added volumes to "Poetic Post #1"'s meaning. One could think, foolishly(!), that your poem is about food; the subject merely being of and for consumption. As we both well know, however, this is not the poem's ontological pith.
The introduction of the everyday household appliance, representing both frigidity (attached to death, the cessation of life; etymologically, also connected to an aversion of the Sexual: an abnormal rejection of that which defines life!) and darkness (which is obviously weaved through the social [Ideal/\Real] formations of death and sex, but also symbolizes the act of obstruction and obscureness: what cannot be known (limits of Enlightenment!)) cannot be understated. If I am correct in my rough interpretation, you are attempting to make clear the necessary (eternal?) appearance (function?) of unconscious chasms. Even in our suburbs, with gated communities and Roomba robot vacuums (an obsession with the anal), there exists (must exist!) a [cold dark!] force beyond the limits of our grasp. It cannot be constrained. It should not be hidden. It is part of life, part of us.
We, fearfully, left our chicken burrito to an Other, the Other. It turned out okay. The burrito was different, of course(!), but still delicious. This is what we must accept, must live with, as reality (Nietzsche's affirmation!).
I look forward to your future work. I am glad to see I have such fearless compatriots.
As an aside, I too have earlier works on the subject. Although it is immature and unfortunately under a slight Platonic spell, I believe it can perhaps illustrate some of the minor parts of my proposed magnum opus: An Ode To Carrot Cake
If you want to know if the light in the fridge goes off when you shut the door...It does...There is a button that the door pushes in to turn the light off.
Or is it that age old question - If you are not in the fridge and you cannot see in the fridge while the door is shut, how do you know the light really goes off?
This is compairable to the idea that if something is behind me and I cannot see it does it really exist? Or is it that when I begin to move my mind invents objects and settings for my eyes to see?
Objective fact:
There has never been a more idiotic comment than this last one from Koch.
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