Consider the beer can. It was beautiful – as beautiful as the clothespin, as inevitable as the wine bottle, as dignified and reassuring as the fire hydrant. A tranquil cylinder of delightfully resonant metal, it could be opened in an instant, requiring only the application of a handy gadget freely dispensed by every grocer. Who can forget the small, symmetrical thrill of those two triangular punctures, the dainty pfff, the little crest of suds that foamed eagerly in the exultation of release?
– John Updike, from “Beer Can” in Assorted Prose
Notes: Photo – vinepair. Quote: via Swiss Miss
i love updike’s romantic ode to the beer can –
So me too Beth, thanks.
Beer used to have to be opened with that tool?
A cold beer would be great right now!
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“The dainty pffff” …that about captures it.
Right there. It does.
Aaaah – the power of pics, combined with the incredible power of words – I honest to God had to galop to my kitchen fridge to get out a panaché (don’t have beer but love a panache, shandy in UK, Radler in G & Austria) – aaaah, this feels so gooooooood 🙂
Laughing! Good!
Do you realise that you made me visit my kitchen about twice in 2 days. This can’t go on ….. I’m too fat without being coerced into eating/drinking/slurping/sucking any more…. Cheers anyway, dear friend! 🙂
Still laughing!
He is a hoot!
He is!
I don’t even like beer but my mouth is watering, lol.
So funny. That’s me too!
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“Who can forget the small, symmetrical thrill of those two triangular punctures, the dainty pfff, the little crest of suds that foamed eagerly in the exultation of release?” … excellent visual! So true …
Isn’t it though!
Although I never quite thought of a clothespin as beautiful…
Smiling. Oh, I did…