Monday, March 09, 2009

the skin of my teeth

When I first started writing I used to struggle with sensory detail.  I used to worry that I was somehow rather numb to the world around me.  I was especially un-tactile - forcing myself to stroke brick walls just to get to know them better.  Now I realise that I’m just a rather strange creature who feels more with my lips and tongue and teeth than with my fingers and toes.  As a number of my posts have shown, I’m firmly stuck in the oral phase and proud to be there.

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From between my teeth a pip appears.  From a kiwi fruit I ate a little earlier.  I crunch it and it tastes of nothing.  But sounds like the beginning of the end of the world.

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She says the browned edges of the Jerusalem artichoke taste like bonfires.  I hadn’t noticed until then, but they do.  And suddenly I’m eating the beginning of November.  I’m devouring piles of censored books.  I’m sucking on cannibal roasted bones, and kissing boys who have spent their evening torching car seats in derelict playgrounds.

6 comments:

spacedlaw said...

Love this last one!

Gordon Mason said...

Yip, the last one goes to the extreme.

Crafty Green Poet said...

okay obviously not going to be original here, but yes, that last one is awesome....

Elizabeth said...

i really just love your blog -- crave your posts -- am grateful for each one

polona said...

our senses may work in different ways but i just love the way your images turn out. a bit scary, too, but special

Annie said...

The final image stream on this post has been on my mind all week. And I can imagine all those tastes, but I can also smell them. Maybe there are more links than differences?