Ghost-Meat

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ton321
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Sun Apr 07, 2024 3:27 am

You scroll down the online menu
of your favourite Curry House,
Onion Bahji, Vegetable Pakora,
Prawn Parathta.
Suddenly you see
the strange subtitle-
ghost meat,

above the minced chicken kebabs,
Shiish kebabs, a misnomer,
mis-translation, but somehow correct;

the evisceration of flesh,
meat that's been put through the wringer,
the mangle, the mincer.

Would it smell of haunted houses,
an approaching of the liminal,
a dream of after scent, residue
of the forgotten?

Would it be the colour of tripe,
greyish, or white coloured,
and strange as the deep-sea fish
the Japanese tsunami brought up
from the tectonic plates?

Would it sit on our small plates,
an upheaval of the spirit
in digestible form?

I order Chicken Tikka.
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

Robert Graves
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Sun Apr 07, 2024 9:32 am

I like this poem -- I really do. I have sat in so many Indian and Japanese restaurants wonder what it was that I was ordering that this is a moment right out of my own life -- and I think a lot of other readers will feel the same way. Oh, and it's nice to read a poem from you that isn't about God (no offense -- I know that God is important). (Woops! Tony wrote this poem, not John!)

I love the way that you conflate the cuisines of several countries. (Aren't kababs from the Middle East?)
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Mon Apr 08, 2024 3:22 am

Hi Tony,

I like the idea of this. There's a story that MIT hackers, back in the days when hacker meant something else, had a favorite Chinese restaurant whose menu in ideograms began to fascinate them - they wanted to decipher that code. So they came back with a Chinese-English dictionary and were able to read what it said in Chinese after "Beef with broccoli."

It said "Barbarian cowpork."

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Fri Apr 12, 2024 2:43 pm

That's funny John. "Barbarian cowpork" has a certain ring to it. Glad you liked it Caleb.

Tony
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

Robert Graves
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Fri Apr 12, 2024 5:18 pm

A fun poem "but somehow correct;" indeed. How the mind wanders to fantastical things! Love the use of 'liminal' a new word to forget.

Once in Thailand I came across such a menu, note the: 'Chicken soup poignant' also a shout out for 'Fried Prok with Garlic Paper'

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I order the soup.
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Sat Apr 20, 2024 2:15 am

That's exactly it. Not lost, but found in translation


Tony
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

Robert Graves
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