There's a recipe for soup at the end
Every day this tableau vivant is distorted ever so slightly more. Since 11 or 12, I have known (of course not in these words) that some time after soaking my corneas and irradiating those little pools, the ricocheted light undergoes my particular brand of encephalous twisting. I don't have to try anymore. The images are already renovated by the time they 'come to mind'. They are all becoming increasingly abstracted. It seems like a distortion of colour and composition, but in truth, the visual parameters are most likely the same and it must all be the translation. When I don't need them to, the shapes don't translate into word/name-referants. I can disconnect from their connotations. When there is no pressing need for presence, I can give the impression of rapt attention, but really, I flicker in and out of my surroundings. I find myself 'awaking' in strange 'places', even conversations, which I will suddenly realize are utterly foreign to me. It's like a spiritual ADHD, except that I couldn't be more unswervingly engaged. De facto Kerry - I'm enraptured. I feel surrounded by simulacra.
In another vein, I've become considerably clutched by my own fragility, worried, but almost enamoured. I spent a long time with my hand on my clavicles today, and these promontories were so much so, my skin felt a gossamer. I'm certain I can't survive, but it makes things a little exciting. Ah, the allure of the ephemeron. I will now refrain from quoting 'How to Disappear Completely'.
I made a wonderful soup today:
Chop up a whole packet of bacon into tiny pieces.
Chop up 2 Vidalia Onions into tiny pieces.
Fry the bacon and onions in a pan.
Once golden brown, pour them into a pot with the following other ingredients:
1 BIG can of crushed tomatoes
2 regular cans of sweet corn
1/2 pint of cream (full cream, the kind some put in coffee)
1 1/2 tablespoons of Marjoram
Simmer for a while.
Serve and
Pepper to taste.
It's quick and rewarding. Someone make it - you'll like it.
In another vein, I've become considerably clutched by my own fragility, worried, but almost enamoured. I spent a long time with my hand on my clavicles today, and these promontories were so much so, my skin felt a gossamer. I'm certain I can't survive, but it makes things a little exciting. Ah, the allure of the ephemeron. I will now refrain from quoting 'How to Disappear Completely'.
I made a wonderful soup today:
Chop up a whole packet of bacon into tiny pieces.
Chop up 2 Vidalia Onions into tiny pieces.
Fry the bacon and onions in a pan.
Once golden brown, pour them into a pot with the following other ingredients:
1 BIG can of crushed tomatoes
2 regular cans of sweet corn
1/2 pint of cream (full cream, the kind some put in coffee)
1 1/2 tablespoons of Marjoram
Simmer for a while.
Serve and
Pepper to taste.
It's quick and rewarding. Someone make it - you'll like it.