Monday, April 23, 2012
Ford would spend all day in a dressing gown stained with bacon fat. That same ingredient of breakfast food was also a theme in the life of Cyril Connolly … [who] could use a cold rasher of cooked bacon as a bookmark [ … ] Auden lived long enough for me to see his tie. I thought it had been presented to him by Jackson Pollock until I realized it was a plain tie plus food.

Clive James

previously on ties: Waugh

Friday, April 20, 2012
I want to watch your face contort
like bacon as it fries
in a good way
while my penis splits you into a holy star.
Dean Young
Saturday, April 14, 2012

Seas of bright fat suffuse bacon

"The view is flung out of sight and becomes all sky: a thin bright wash, stripes like fat in bacon"; 500 pp later, "above its stripped twigs the sky holds some diagonal cirrus, bands of fat in bacon, promising rain tomorrow."

— Updike, in the Rabbit tetralogy

[Cf. James Fenton on skies like custard]

Soft carpets of white unctuous bacon

Dickens (?). Better, apparently:

Saturday, March 24, 2012

In this dream
our first picnic sails along
on a blanket just above the flames.

The women wearing gingham frocks
making it seem so very sad, Uncle John
juggling his belly on a tricycle.
The bacon-rind on the sliced bread

a wizened hieroglyph meaning nothing,
the cucumber circles sitting on the sockets
of your mother’s eyes.

Robert Adamson, “The Australian Crawl

"eesh, bangers and mash writ large!"

Eating In

When the city melts like butter
and the sky sizzles like bacon
we’ll be safe and snug
deep in our bomb shelter.

You’ll read my palm
running your finger along
the long life line.
We’ll smile

and cuddle together
like potatoes in their jackets
roll together
like sausages in the oven.

Richard James Allen

Hot Ox Cheek and (surely rotten) Wardens:

The Flesh Market:

— A Journey to London

Hot Ox Cheek and (surely rotten) Wardens:

The Flesh Market:

A Journey to London

Tuesday, March 13, 2012
All the beds were already occupied so he took two armchairs and slept in them. He had gone by the time we got up the next day — he had been hungry and had eaten a Ryvita biscuit and some raw bacon; the rinds had been dropped on the kitchen floor. He was seen at early morning service still wearing evening dress. Footnote in Carpenter’s biography of Auden (quoting Bryan Kelly).
Monday, March 12, 2012

Goose-grease, bacon-grease

From Lorine Niedecker’s cooking book (as noted prev., the other thing you need to know about LN is this poem)




And (after my own fattening heart):

Friday, March 9, 2012

The foolish frizzle of bacon

George Meredith, Diana of the Crossways:

and again:

(with singing bacon, see also “The butcher / opens his glass door like St. Peter, / as angels heave in flanks of pork / that are strung with ribs like enormous harps.”)