Friday, August 18, 2017

Suppose it were Friday cxxxvii: motive's feast


Handle the ground beef as briefly
as possible - in other words, 
don't knead the meat - because o-
verhandling changes its texture,
moistness, and flavor. Shape the
meat firmly into a uniform patty
about one and a half inches thick.

Brush both sides with olive oil
and sprinkle with salt and pepper.
Brush the grill lightly with olive
oil, and grill over a medium flame
about 5 to 6 minutes on each side
for medium rare.

Add dried thyme to 1/4 cup olive
oil and brush the ciabatta, tomato,
and onion slices, each 1/2 inch
thick, with the thyme oil. Salt
and pepper the onion and tomato;
grill all lightly on both sides.




This is Michael Lomonaco's take
on the hamburger that made '21'
famous, before his own years as
Chef at this power trough on the
near-West Side of Manhattan. With
the place's impossibly rich chick-
en hash, this open-faced concoc-
sion underwrote social standings
for visitors from all over America,
not for being especially witty, but
for being prohibitively expensive.

Yet it kept alive a gastronomic ac-
cident which has fueled prolific
invention ever since, and shows no
sign of withering in cachet. After
meetings of ACT UP each week, the
present writer would repair to the
bar at Jeremiah Tower's version of
'21,' for his superlatively simple
hamburger with a jigger of pepper
vodka. A pleasure denied is resis-
tance without a cause. This is why
repression can always be beaten.
















Michael Lomonaco
The '21' Cookbook
  Recipes and Lore from
  New York's Fabled Res-
  taurant
Doubleday, 1995©

Jeremiah Tower
Jeremiah Tower Cooks
  250 Recipes from an
  American Master
Stewart, Tabori & Chang, 2002©




Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Age of awe, age of memory


It is difficult to avoid
namedropping in times of
epistolary stress, invok-
ing others to sustain a
matter to be personally
confessed. It revolts us
to observe that habit ad-
opted as a fetish, in-
famous among disciples
of William Buckley. Yet
even low church patriots 
were taken into schools,
where the catechism ad-
mitted their memory for
just such times as ours.
Sometimes the ages wink.

Has anyone ever seen a
caricature of such im-
becility as now is giv-
en us every day, by the
most dangerous man on
Earth? Yes, at least in
the last 300 years.

And the hell of it is,
it's easy to remember.







             High on a gorgeous seat, that far outshone
             Henley's gilt Tub, or Fleckno's Irish Throne,
             Or that, where on her Curlls, the Public pours
             All-bounteous, fragrant grains, and golden showers;
             Great Tibbald sate: The proud Parnassian sneer,
             The conscious simper, and the jealous leer,
             Mix on his look. All eyes direct their rays
             On him, and crowds grow foolish as they gaze,
             Not with more glee, by hands Pontific crown'd,
             With scarlet hats, wide waving, circled round,
             Rome in her Capitol saw Querno sit,
             Thron'd on sev'n hills, the Antichrist of Wit.


             



Under these variations
of acute mental complex-
ity, we do not know, at
any given hour, what pon-
tification to expect of
our exalted idiot. As of
the moment, Nazis were
back in vogue, and the
gentle art of public as-
sembly was being upheld
as their right against
dissidents of violence.

is bound to be revised,
pending its recital anew,
in future moments of in-
vincible rapture in fury.

Our Tibbald has vowed it.
Let's just keep the lan-
guage open, to illuminate
his wondrous manuscript.





















Alexander Pope
The Dunciad Variorum
  Book the Second
  i-xii
1728
John Butt
  editor
The Poems of
  Alexander Pope





Monday, August 14, 2017

All travesty is local






I purchase my wines from one of two
shops, each no more than a hundred
yards from where Donald Trump's fol-
lowers murdered a resident of Char-
lottesville on Saturday. Not two
hundred yards away, is the bookshop
where I purchase poetry, Wodehouse,
and the occasional history. I host
my friends at an al fresco French
restaurant, down that very street,
on the premise that to dine out-
side, is not, technically, a vio-
lation of the masthead's dark view
of such conduct. I happen not to
believe, that a gentleman dines in
restaurants, but less contentious-
ly, until the present government,
I have always believed the nation
is constituted against mob rule.




Now one finds, the daily life of
discrete discretions that Char-
lottesville supports is, to the
menace of Trump, what an assump-
tion of immunity is to a virus:
an almost aggravated assault. 














Sunday, August 13, 2017

His Katrina moment







         August 12, 2017
         Charlottesville

         
  














Willy Vanderperre