Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches factored into millions of people's lives. As did the whole concept of a sandwich. For some, a bologna sandwich better defines the layering and ordering of food, by purpose and desire. Foods range from very good to very bad, thus it forces people to think. And everyone has to eat.
People are more advanced about it than dogs and horses. Even Secretariat couldn't take food beyond it's most basic form and function, e.g. grain in a feed bag. People are able to prove their superiority over animals by merely tossing a slice of Dutch Loaf between two slices of Wonder Bread. But this is about philosophy, as it orders itself, in layers, with the meat in the middle of two opposing yet identical slices of wheat, white, or rye. The sandwich I'm eating at the moment has to do with having had a complex living arrangement earlier on, in the kid days.
It was a sandwich of arch political right, and polymorphous left. A shit metaphor to bread, you may suspect? No. Identical people with differing views. There were two major influences in Meadville, Pennsylvania in the 1950s through the 1970s. There was Allegheny College, and the Talon Zipper factory. In the former, there was a vigorous, polymorphous tradition in liberal intellectualism, and the factory employed hundreds of small town crackers, many of whom hated blacks, Jews and intellectuals. Many of the people attached to Allegheny College looked down the proboscis at the blue collar folk who worked at Talon. I am munching down in the present tense. The opposing forces I grew up with are still piled up in mnemonic strata, turkey roll, pimento loaf, American Cheese, and some industrialized, educated ketchup. In some ways, it was haute cuisine, and in other ways, it was a shit sandwich. It made me complex and marginal. There is an ineradicable conflict of lunch meats. Lean resolutions. A tough breaded cutlet to choke down. And sometimes, I must regurgitate. And yet it remains to live with the sandwich within. It's some empty barfing. But it's a livable indigestion.
People are more advanced about it than dogs and horses. Even Secretariat couldn't take food beyond it's most basic form and function, e.g. grain in a feed bag. People are able to prove their superiority over animals by merely tossing a slice of Dutch Loaf between two slices of Wonder Bread. But this is about philosophy, as it orders itself, in layers, with the meat in the middle of two opposing yet identical slices of wheat, white, or rye. The sandwich I'm eating at the moment has to do with having had a complex living arrangement earlier on, in the kid days.
It was a sandwich of arch political right, and polymorphous left. A shit metaphor to bread, you may suspect? No. Identical people with differing views. There were two major influences in Meadville, Pennsylvania in the 1950s through the 1970s. There was Allegheny College, and the Talon Zipper factory. In the former, there was a vigorous, polymorphous tradition in liberal intellectualism, and the factory employed hundreds of small town crackers, many of whom hated blacks, Jews and intellectuals. Many of the people attached to Allegheny College looked down the proboscis at the blue collar folk who worked at Talon. I am munching down in the present tense. The opposing forces I grew up with are still piled up in mnemonic strata, turkey roll, pimento loaf, American Cheese, and some industrialized, educated ketchup. In some ways, it was haute cuisine, and in other ways, it was a shit sandwich. It made me complex and marginal. There is an ineradicable conflict of lunch meats. Lean resolutions. A tough breaded cutlet to choke down. And sometimes, I must regurgitate. And yet it remains to live with the sandwich within. It's some empty barfing. But it's a livable indigestion.
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