Makes me dribble where are those peaches!!
From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of Stephen Vincent
Sent: 01 October 2008 20:02
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Subject: Snap - Vincent
Some of us impulsively hate the Eucharist.
Doubt Transubstantiation to the core.
No angel, wine, bread, whatever, about to
turn me over. Etc. Who doesn't know
Then there is the 'sneak attack.'
Take a ripe peach late in the season.
That, in itself, a prompt for 'mealy skepticism.'
Cut the peach, or a series of them, in half.
Pull the pits, put a little brandy &/or lemon juice
in the core. Then do a 'soft bake', 250 degrees.
Give them, a half each, to the guests at the table.
Pass a bowl, say a blue or green bowl, from guest to guest.
Let there be homemade ginger ice cream
slightly soft for easy serving. Take that not so large
silver spoon and let each cover the top of each peach.
Watch the cream melt down the sides. Take small spoon wedges
and cradle each one up to the mouth and slowly into the mouth
and on to the palette. Wow!
A good Eucharist must be something like that.
Not one thought, not one other thought, only ecstasy
blasting through the skull, the entire body, absolute delight.