p&e'd
The whole Mediterranean, the sculpture, the palm, the gold
beads, the bearded heroes, the wine, the ideas, the ships, the
moonlight, the winged gorgons, the bronze men, the philosophers - all
of it seems to rise in the sour, pungent taste of these black olives
between the teeth. A taste older than meat, older than wine. A taste
as old as cold water.
-- Lawrence Durrell, 'Prospero's Cell', 1945
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bruce
The dignified don't even enter in the game.
--The Jam
"What a dame, that Olive Oil."
-- Popeye
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Mark Gingrich gri...@rahul.net San Leandro, California
They are so beautiful that I want to fit them all into my poem . . . I
catch them in midflight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them,
peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline
texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like
algae, like agates, like olives . . . And I stir them, I shake them, I
drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them, I let them
go . . .
~ Pablo Neruda, The Word, in Memoirs (1974)
Erica
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