For oysters it's in eating at least a dozen. One after another.
For a poem it's re-reading, re-reading until the taste, the texture combine in a palpably fresh way. That's the process of editing.
For me, this comparison is null and void with clams on the half-shell. Cooked, yes.
(step 17 down)
ReplyDeleteIt seemed they had passed this on the way up
a massive column and an inscription about air
but it was becoming difficult to calculate
a beginning and and end
the journey incomplete and meant to be that way
a hello and goodbye in the same corridor of fate