Sunday, May 13, 2012

Fresh Squeezed

R.A.D. Stainforth's beautifully fresh reading:

Choose a ripe one;
wrap fingers around each part.

Push down, slow at first,
then grind hard, on the sombrero.

Pump, until juice shoots,
seeds cinch in the grooves.

Salt the lip; add tequila.

Drink deep, and repeat,
until all thirst is quenched.


tk/May 2012


 The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin


50 comments:

  1. Hi Tess, wonderfully direct and roundabout at the sme time. Strong rhthyms here. K.

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  2. Willow,

    Succulent
    Salacceous
    Satisfying
    Sensual
    Sipping
    South Seas
    Sapphos.

    rel

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  3. 'What's for lunch, Mum?'

    'Same as every day; FRUIT!'

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  4. very refreshing - you've made me
    crave this drink, written in a
    sly sensual manner.

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  5. Mmmm...funny, my husband and I were just talking about how long it's been since we had tequila shots. This stirs that desire.

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  6. Yes Ma'am! Great day for it! Thanks for the prompt!

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  7. fab..send one over waiter please!!

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  8. Used to do that a long time ago-thanks Tess.

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  9. Oh, this read aloud here is a treat!!!
    SUCH great word usage, Tess!

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  10. That is hot. This cracked me up: "then grind hard, on the sombrero."

    I misread Kay's comment as "send over one waiter please." :)

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  11. Gonna be hard to quench my thirst after this one!!!

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  12. A wonderful recipe for a Sunday afternoon.

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  13. Cheers! Never had Tequila but, you've made it sound enticing :)

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  14. I also misread Kay's comment as "send over one waiter please"...

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  15. I like to have a sip of that ~

    Cheers and Happy Mother's Day ~

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  16. LOL Tess; glad I'm not the only one. ;)

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  17. Why did the Mexican push his wife off a cliff? Tequila ...

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  18. well that was rather sensual...now i might need a stiff drink...smiles...

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  19. cheers- I am off to the patio!

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  20. R.A.D., you tell bad jokes with aplomb.

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  21. We're all on healthy food today! We've turned vegetarians! I thought so, Tess! Great write!

    Hank

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  22. And if they could speak to her from within their painted life, they would say thank you so much!

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  23. Goodness! A far cry from the liquid in Gauguin's bowl, that's for sure. LOL

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  24. Here's a question for you. Who is this yummy R.A.D. Stainforth fellow, and how did you meet him?

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  25. Love how you extracted just the ripest fruit on the table.

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  26. Marcheline, I met the yummy and intriguingly enigmatic Mr. Stainforth in 2008, through his blog Black Dogs.

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  27. Well, it's 5 o'clock somewhere..time to start!!

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  28. I found out the hard way - a lot of tequila needs to be swallowed to quench a thirst... ;)

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  29. A most refreshing treat after the exhausting labors of "wrapping, pushing, pumping, grinding, shooting and salting". Cheers. Thanks for passing around some of your 'Fresh Squeezed' poetry, Tess. =D

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  30. I love that word choice, "sombrero". So apt!

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  31. Yes, repeat...I'le have another! Love this Tess! :-)

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  32. A skin of luscious verbs, tasty and sweet.

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  33. That got my juices running! Superb.

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  34. Sharp, refreshing words - just like the drink

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  35. Who would have thought that squeezing juice could be so intimate??

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  36. A fine example of a sensual food poem that alludes to sensuality beyond. Shades of 'Tom Jones'..!

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  37. My goodness.

    (clutches pearls...)

    heehee

    Hoo-wee!

    ;)

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  38. Thank you gentle readers...I appreciate your kind and generous comments more than you know...

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  39. Those words, that voice......waters my mouth no end! Well done.

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)