Ponge's go to ... object lessons and fables, writing project us in a dusty attic where we rediscover forgotten objects, with whom he played for us in providing a description of poetic and humorous. A trifle provocative, he works on the meaning, on the sounds or just the shape of things. I followed these wanderings lexical and offers some memory exercises on selected texts j'égrènerai for you over the days.
Ponge A text, a few personal memories linked to objest mentioned, your participation in comments if you wish, then a getaway pictorial and, ultimately, to serious, a link to a comment "literary "text! So much for the days ahead ...
At Bordeaux, with the inevitable caul ... and especially without lemon or vinegar ... as at the seaside!
oysters, the size of a roller means is a rougher appearance, color, less cohesive, brilliantly white. It is a world stubbornly closed. Yet it can be opened: it is then necessary to keep the hollow of a cloth, use a knife and chipped bit frank, try several times. Curious fingers cut it, break it nails: this is a rough work. The blows that he is marking his pea jacket, a sort of halo.
Inside found a whole world, to drink and eat in a firmament (strictly speaking) mother of pearl, the skies above to collapse on the heavens from below, never to form a pond a viscous, greenish bag, which flows and ebbs with the smell and sight, fringed with black lace around the edges.
Sometimes a formula very rare pearl nacre of their throats, which is found immediately to adorn.
F. Ponge, Le Parti pris des choses, 1942
Ponge, obviously, could not open the oysters. First, he took a towel ... me too I take a cloth, and yet I think I know how to open oysters. But Alter tells you that it is unworthy of a patented chip. Whenever I see his hands "valuable" as a professional point of view as to handle the keyboard, playing a small sharp knife that slips into a popping noise sometimes, and I sigh il occupy their minds elsewhere.
Then, if you read the details in the description of the cut made by the writer in the shell, you will easily recognize a slaughterer of oysters. As for his painting of a mollusk, it is highly ambiguous and description is not likely to want to eat the bivalve, swallowed alive, to those he rejects. Instead, they include all the details that discourage the lukewarm: the consistency, smell, and even the color, overwhelming for those who do not fall within very small.
Then, if you read the details in the description of the cut made by the writer in the shell, you will easily recognize a slaughterer of oysters. As for his painting of a mollusk, it is highly ambiguous and description is not likely to want to eat the bivalve, swallowed alive, to those he rejects. Instead, they include all the details that discourage the lukewarm: the consistency, smell, and even the color, overwhelming for those who do not fall within very small.
Because there are really two types of consumers of oysters (excluding of course those who do not want or can not hear, as is strong distaste at the idea of eating a living creature): there are those who try, because it is deemed a delicacy, and even highly prized and praised by the classic culinary patterns that make a food festival, and even luxury. They bravely overcome their lack of appetite, shred to loosen the shell, cut them before long chew, swallow or prefer as soon as possible to forget that this viscosity Ponge emphasizes efficiency. They are always ready to give generously of their late dozen, "'s Cool, they say, but I prefer to keep a bit of appetite for more."
As if eating oysters had never cut anyone's appetite. Instead, it opens it, drink it that little thing that eats green and pearly like a piece of sea, both frustrated and noble. Because there are also lovers, the meaning of the word, they like! They are able to swallow dozens, they look fatter, larger. They do not hesitate to swallow in the breakfast you laugh without saying that there is nothing like the stomach to get back upright, the aftermath of feasts too watered. I know I am ... and the funny thing is that Alter, child of the center of our beautiful country and who did not eat before you meet me, started with the zeal of converts, to love them more than me! Without doubt his desire to be as "ego" that "alter". The fact is that when I was known, his first concern was to learn from my father how they were opened. I attended the lecture course, which enabled me, in my turn, teach the mother the day, a widow, she sat crying in front of his dozen oysters lying on the sink , saying between sobs that it was not a question of being deterred by these barbarous shells.
As if eating oysters had never cut anyone's appetite. Instead, it opens it, drink it that little thing that eats green and pearly like a piece of sea, both frustrated and noble. Because there are also lovers, the meaning of the word, they like! They are able to swallow dozens, they look fatter, larger. They do not hesitate to swallow in the breakfast you laugh without saying that there is nothing like the stomach to get back upright, the aftermath of feasts too watered. I know I am ... and the funny thing is that Alter, child of the center of our beautiful country and who did not eat before you meet me, started with the zeal of converts, to love them more than me! Without doubt his desire to be as "ego" that "alter". The fact is that when I was known, his first concern was to learn from my father how they were opened. I attended the lecture course, which enabled me, in my turn, teach the mother the day, a widow, she sat crying in front of his dozen oysters lying on the sink , saying between sobs that it was not a question of being deterred by these barbarous shells.
The photos are slightly blurry because the usher directed me not to take in action, I So you played for the paparazzi!
For once, it was a working man to open oysters. I know some have now taken the knife (especially oysters not, I repeat, a small kitchen knife is chipped by years alone, the case) or the duster (reassure me it's right not even a crime!), and before the tasting.
to you to tell me if any feminist you are, you can do this small gesture of the wrist that allows, without anyone's help to have access to the wonders ocean that hides the roller Ponge .
And finally, the little game of the day: the oyster has always inspired artists who like to make it appear on their lifes. In the above arrangements, you have a real museum kitchen, but only one canvas is de Chardin? Which do you think?
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