The spoon seems to belong
in the mouth.
The spoon is not quite grownup in the way the knife and fork are.
It doesn’t menace. It isn’t a tamed weapon.
The spoon is the utensil of childhood, the friendliest utensil. The spoon is childlike. Yum-yum. Scoop me up, pour me in. Like a cradle, a shovel, a hand cupped. Doesn’t cut or pierce or impale. It accepts. Round, curved. Can’t stick you. Don’t trust your child with a knife or a fork, but how can a spoon harm? The spoon is itself a child.
The world is full of pleasures. One has only to be where one is. Here. Now.
Give me my spoon, my big spoon, and I’ll eat the world. A metal spoon is an afterthought. While a wooden knife is less of knife, a wooden spoon isn’t less of a spoon. It’s just fine.
“Spooning”: embracing, kissing, petting. Lovers in bed fit together in sleep like spoons.
To bring about a music “that will be part of the noises of the environment, will take them into consideration. I think of it as melodious, softening the noises of the knives and forks, not dominating them, not imposing itself,” wrote John Cage, quoting Erik Satie.
What happened to the spoons? Don’t spoons make noises, too?
Softer noises.
And music. Music is made with two spoons (not with two forks, two knives).
Spoon music.
The spoon is not quite grownup in the way the knife and fork are.
It doesn’t menace. It isn’t a tamed weapon.
The spoon is the utensil of childhood, the friendliest utensil. The spoon is childlike. Yum-yum. Scoop me up, pour me in. Like a cradle, a shovel, a hand cupped. Doesn’t cut or pierce or impale. It accepts. Round, curved. Can’t stick you. Don’t trust your child with a knife or a fork, but how can a spoon harm? The spoon is itself a child.
The world is full of pleasures. One has only to be where one is. Here. Now.
Give me my spoon, my big spoon, and I’ll eat the world. A metal spoon is an afterthought. While a wooden knife is less of knife, a wooden spoon isn’t less of a spoon. It’s just fine.
“Spooning”: embracing, kissing, petting. Lovers in bed fit together in sleep like spoons.
To bring about a music “that will be part of the noises of the environment, will take them into consideration. I think of it as melodious, softening the noises of the knives and forks, not dominating them, not imposing itself,” wrote John Cage, quoting Erik Satie.
What happened to the spoons? Don’t spoons make noises, too?
Softer noises.
And music. Music is made with two spoons (not with two forks, two knives).
Spoon music.
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