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the first half of the cook the thief his wife and her lover--the restaurant kitchen sequences--before you see the truck full of rotting meat, that is.
i am not much moved by images of food, for some reason. they end up reminding me of the shellac-coated dinners i remember seeing in a japanese resto window in boston before i got used to seeing that sort of thing. maybe it was the shellac. maybe it was that it was the dead of winter and i was looking through a window at a steak on a plastic plate that kind of glowed. maybe it was the absence of smell.
i find recipes the best descriptions of food.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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