Cracking eggs

According to this poem, cracking eggs is a private act, cracking eggs is to the private as soda jerking is to the public.

We know that when the Oppens joined the C.P., they gave up their rights to read just any old things you and I might. Their reading was proscribed. There were certain books you could not have in your house. Somewhere the Party organizers must have decided that science fiction was okay. So it's not just arbitrary. If the only thing you could read, besides party-approved books on political and socio-economic themes, was science fiction, I bet you'd be reading a lot of it too. I bet you might open one of your own books of poetry with a quote from Mr. Robert A. Heinlein, as Oppen does, even though Heinlein is famously one of the most right-wing of all social thinkers. But they loved him! I always think, well, maybe they loved the spanking scenes, for Heinlein's unabashed relish for c/p led him to include many such scenes in all of his books. Hey, I've written enough porn to know that “red globes” are one of the utter cliches of spanking writing. The progress from white to red ditto. I think also of the oozing content of the egg, that creeps over the body of the sleeping child. What's “the plane of lunch, of wives”? I understand how lunch and wives tie a man down, entrap him in identity via the body, but the plane is the odd word. “Throughout his life, Man (L'Homme), separated from the Hommelette, feels this other creature pressing upon one part of his body or another, investing that portion of the body with a temporary local desire. Growing in the Hommelette, desire takes root in a specific place: preferable in some minute detail, such as a slight infirmity, a winking eye, an out-of-place curl, a minor defect, a tiny feature, a leather whip, or an artificial penis—a fetish, in short. To make it easier to talk about this subject, Lacan introduces the rather odd locution, the ‘objet-petit-a.'” Following Freud, Lacan says that the object of desire need not be in any sense complete. As Clement says, “The ‘objet-petit-a' is found wherever there is a passageway on the body linking the interior to the exterior.” The breath, the voice, the tear, the feces, the urine, the glance: “through a hole in the body, the flat amoeba slithers out, the libido slips through. The Other is merely a support for an item of waste.”