Hand to Mouth

misadventures in eating

DH Lawrence: not just a pervert. (Well.)

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There’re two tiny boxes of Brown Turkey figs in my refrigerator right now and they’re tiny, each of them teardrop shaped and wearing faintly brown and green skins, soft and sweet and succulent when I’ve caved and split them in four from the bottom and opened them like a blossom with a pink and beating heart. They are faintly sweet and wonderful, and of course every time I see them I think of that awesome, totally non-pervy poem from my favorite totally pervy author slash lunatic.

And of course, the least pervy lines from it are:

But the vulgar way
Is just to put your mouth to the crack, and take out the flesh in one bite.

Every fruit has its secret.

The fig is a very secretive fruit.
As you see it standing growing, you feel at once it is symbolic :
And it seems male.
But when you come to know it better, you agree with the Romans, it is female.

The Italians vulgarly say, it stands for the female part ; the fig-fruit :
The fissure, the yoni,
The wonderful moist conductivity towards the centre.

Yes. I can’t wait to read this shit at somebody’s wedding.


Written by lshen

August 29, 2006 at 9:12 am

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