The Wisdom of the Chef
(For Sarit)
She says, “Everything you cook should
include something from the sea.”
I have no idea what she means by that,
but I agree.
Ben Hackman is a young poet living in Toronto. He is the Founding Editor of the Molotov Rag, Toronto's Anarchist Quarterly, and the voice and face of The Holy Gasp, a damn-the-Man beatnik revival conga act. His poetry has most recently appeared in Jones Avenue and the Literary Review of Canada, and is forthcoming in Canadian Literature.
The muezzin, awake to God, awakes us,
Crying; his words splinter inside our ears,
While daylight sparks upon the splintered sea.
Look! The Bosphorus shines like bone. Next, blue dusk
Boils among black palms and gold minarets.
Then, night—fat with stars—shelters an Eden
Of exchange: Flood our mouths with wine and kisses;
That welling fanaticism is Want.
"All of Toronto seemed to have shown up for that awful production!" Phil complained.
"It wasn't so dreadful, was it?" someone asked.
Sybill's eyes lit up, and she almost rose out of her seat to add:
"Yes, and didn't Millie say she saw Christopher Plummer in the lobby?" Everyone turned to her end of the table. This was the first thing she had said since the three couples had arrived from a nearby theatre.
Him: Dirty gypsy. [He spits.]
Kora: This is my spot. Get lost.
Him: I’m not going anywhere
Kora: Find your own spot. [Beat. He stands there. She glowers at him]
Him: Cat got your tongue, dirty gypsy.
Kora: I’m not dirty.
- Alexander Calder
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