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CHEESE IS PRICED What are you doing with the cheese? You are cutting it into eighths, sixteenths, sixty-fourths. How elegant Why are they off-centre? Because you are arranging the trimmings themselves to be part of the pattern. How marvellous. A spiral inwards, of cheese. A spiral outwards, of gherkin. Nothing nebulous about this cosmic pattern. Haley fellow well comet. It is a cheese Wheel of Fortune. Tarot tarot tarot your boat gently down the stream. It is a pattern of light and shade, a circle of eternity, the cosmic spiral of Krishna, it is Ying and Yang. You have made a mandala. Free

Nelson Mandala! I particularly like the starburst of toothpicks, cheese for the eating of, and the dozen double damask dinner napkins, fragments of fromage from the lips to brush, and the respectful flourish with which the tray is presented, and the hush with which the world waits for me to make my selection. This is the point, I know, at which all your efforts become worth-while. As you raise the lid from the silver salver, I cease from speaking, I turn my full attention to the splendours that you spread before me . . . I smile in an entirely friendly fashion. No thank you.

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Press, 19 December 1984, Page 53

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Random reminder Press, 19 December 1984, Page 53

Random reminder Press, 19 December 1984, Page 53