When it comes to locating the cause of the Coronavirus outbreak Paul Joseph Watson says “Eat the bat, bigot.”
The images of the classic Chinese Bat Soup may well turn your stomach. They turned mine. You have been warned.
When it comes to locating the cause of the Coronavirus outbreak Paul Joseph Watson says “Eat the bat, bigot.”
The images of the classic Chinese Bat Soup may well turn your stomach. They turned mine. You have been warned.
THE MOST OF IT by Robert Frost
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
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Beneath the Aegean
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
Your Say
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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Robin’s come down with the grippe! There’s no time to waste. Quick, Alfred, heat the Bat Soup!
Gerard, if you think that the cruelty inflicted on Chinese bats is appalling, you don’t want to know how the Chinese prepare cats and dogs for human consumption. I’m not going to post any links here. Meanwhile, cuddle Miss Olive extra protectively tonight and tell her that she’s blessed to have a good home in the U.S.A.
I unwittingly ate hog brains several times at a bar/restaurant close to where I lived while in the Philippines. Pork sisig was quite good, mixed in with grilled onions, local chilis, ginger, garlic and kalamansi (tiny limes) juice. Served on a screaming hot cast iron plate, an egg as cracked on top of it all, stirred and cooked in instantly. Side of steamed rice and San Mig beer, it was fantastic. But once I found out it was hog brains, well, no more.
Is it true that “you are what you eat”?