Sunday, May 22, 2005

As a man goes so go mangoes

No matter how careful I am with my new Miracle Blade knives, I can't help but cuss the blood out. Inasmuch as I work slowly, with deep deliberation and deftsworn dexterity, I do so seemingly to no avail.
First, my left index receives a point well taken. Yeow. I talk to myself, chiding harshly from countertop to faucet, pleading with my happy platelets to hurry and coagulate so I can finish up with the rest of the week's sliced mangoes and chunked strawberries so they can be popped into the freezer for use in my daily fruit smoothies.
Then, with even more focus and attention, I cleave the top of my left thumb near the nail as the knife pares through mangoflesh and into mine. This one is deeper and won't stop so I continue cussing and slicing, the colors running in strikingly beautiful patterns of biting watercolor onto the fruit pelts on the big yellow plate.
A title came to me in this moment. The rest followed as I shook my head and sipped fresh orange juice mixed with the fruit of my belabor.

Blood & Mangoes

It is the sweet things that sting so.

What sways in ripening appellation
like tippled hips in the trees erupts
for the sake of offering all it will become,
sounding bees through the nose, wingless
in pollensong, scenting that which hums
only to be taken and partaken of.

Paring knives sip their measure
from the most careful finger
that absently reaches out
into seasons it knows nothing of;
summons red rivers from a blue
vein to smart and eddy in the absolute
orange of what slips away from the peal
of wanton mouths into the sinksilver
rinse that seduces desire for what bleeds
the palette, swirls on the uneaten plate.

Blessed is this blood and mango for they
will nourish my body in the ways I will
nurture merely the unfolding of their hungers.
Thus, in secret dulcitudes, will I live
to cut away all that remains outside myself.

Joseph Gallo
May 22, 2005


Blogger laprincessa parried...

Kitchen amateurs should leave the work to the pros. :smile:

May 24, 2005 9:00 AM  
Blogger joseph parried...

It's all yours, LaP. Just slice the mangoes with sweet élan and the strawberries with panache. ;-)

May 24, 2005 10:11 PM  
Blogger ankhara99 parried...

Sharpen your knives, Joseph. Dull knives make you press down more and therefore create more chance for "slippage". The sharper the knife, the safer the knife. (from someone who used to have that problem until she sharpened her knives regularly) ;)

But if cutting your fingers helps you write beautiful poetry, then maybe you shouldn't. LOL

May 25, 2005 5:06 AM  
Blogger newwavegurly parried...

Ah the sweetness of fruit mingled with the saltiness of blood... okay, maybe not. ;)

May 25, 2005 6:24 AM  
Blogger joseph parried...

Ankhara: Them knives were sharp as sharp can be. That was the problem: too much so. One has to exercise more caution in such cases. At least this one does.

Sugar & salt . . . NWG has it fetishly right. ;-)

May 25, 2005 8:28 AM  
Blogger Kyle parried...

I've been taught to curve
the fingers back
create a passive fist
to hold the fruit
or surrender
to the orchard's implacable
and use a blender.

May 26, 2005 12:40 AM  
Blogger ~Just Michelle~ parried...

My wickedly sharp Cutco knife sliced so cleanly through my thumb that I would not have known it was that bad if hadn't heard (more than felt) the blade bounce off of the bone. 3 stitches later and the fajitas were back on track.

Your words are a delight to the senses.

May 26, 2005 12:08 PM  
Blogger ResearchGuy® parried...

meat, not fruit should bleed

June 20, 2005 8:09 AM  

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