{"id":14330,"date":"2016-03-29T09:03:12","date_gmt":"2016-03-29T13:03:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=14330"},"modified":"2016-03-29T09:03:12","modified_gmt":"2016-03-29T13:03:12","slug":"homage-to-jim-harrison","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/homage-to-jim-harrison\/","title":{"rendered":"Homage to Jim Harrison"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Seeing the above headline of the cover story in the French daily Lib\u00e9ration<\/em>, I thought I’d offer a poem I wrote some years ago, after lunch, in Paris, in honor\u00a0of having just eaten an excellent\u00a0t\u00eate de veau<\/em>, a calf’s\u00a0head, as homage to the excellent poeta, prosateur, culinary commentator, d\u00e9gustateur of all things edible, fisher of trout and readers, that was Jim Harrison. May he eat well wherever he is:<\/p>\n

Lunch at La Grille (1.30 p.m.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

a
\n<\/span>calf\u2019s
\n<\/span>head
\n<\/span>sauce gribiche
\n<\/span>pour it on
\n<\/span>a childhood pleasure
\n<\/span>the creamy white brain
\n<\/span>a nano haut-le-coeur
\n<\/i><\/span>(heart rises to brain to speak its mind)
\n<\/span>at the circumvolutions (? check
\n<\/span>dictionary \u2013 months of French
\n<\/span>overlay English \u2013 instability of
\n<\/span>vocabulary \u2013 shimmy back & forth \u2013
\n<\/span>love your false friends \u2013 the words
\n<\/span>migrate in all seasons \u2013 as word
\n<\/span>for all reasons? \u2013 spice up your
\n<\/span>vagrant vocables \u2013 scheinheilige<\/i> \u2013
\n<\/span>where does that German word
\ncome from, now, here, at la Grille,
\n<\/span>the grille, the lattice work, whispered
\n<\/span>through the monkish grate at
\n<\/span>back of mind by childhood
\n<\/span>prompter, or Celan\u2019s speech-grille?
\n<\/span>((Eisheiliger, Eisbein, Eiswein
\n<\/i><\/span>or is it the \u00bc, un quart
\n<\/span>Pouilly-Fuiss\u00e9 speaking (schein-
\n<\/i><\/span>heilig<\/i>)
\n<\/span>sheen-holy,
\n<\/span>the brain, the brain = a childhood taste
\n<\/span>on toast with black
\n<\/span>butter & capers, fork-mashed mother\u2019s treat
\n<\/span>\u2014 or medical school shiver, cut<\/span>–
\n<\/span>ting into soft tissue, an organ
\n<\/span>(ogre) held in \u2014 fitting, filling \u2014
\n<\/span>both hands, shaky pudding
\n<\/span>thumbs on \u201cforamina\u201d (sulcus
\n<\/i><\/span>is that the word, sulcus terminalis<\/i>,
\n<\/span>a furrow twice explored \u2013 slight shiver
\n<\/span>helps knife \u2013 as if it needed it \u2013
\n<\/span>slice through non-resistant tissue,
\n<\/span>careful\/careless share \u2013 to eat
\n<\/span>everything (a pig, well-used
\n<\/span>is 450 servings snout to tail
\n<\/span>a pig is haram<\/i> in Beirut & Darfur,
\n<\/span>I am ashamed as I shiver
\n<\/span>through he brain \u2013 the one on the
\n<\/span>plate, or the one in it\u2019s case, this skull? \u2013
\n<\/span>a shiv, romantic twitch
\n<\/span>in an imagined zigeuner<\/i> underground
\n<\/span>the blubbery cheek \u2013 black skin
\n(Miles called it green on the
\n<\/span>pintade\u2019s armpit, refused to
\n<\/span>eat, a shudder bigger, more
\n<\/span>intractable than my shiver \u2013
\n<\/span>shudder of the unknown as
\n<\/span>against shiver of history (personal
\nrepetition) easily overcome by
\n<\/span>mouth pleasure, tongue in slomo
\n<\/span>crushes soft slice against top of
\n<\/span>the mouth, palate palace
\n<\/span>roof\u00a0 <\/span>& last sip.
\n<\/span>lean back.<\/span><\/p>\n

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