Quarks - I WalkChoice Cuts: the Lost Poems of Dr. AtkinsOne would be forgiven for holding the opinion that Dr. Robert Atkins was merely the modern world’s foremost dietician, a man consumed by a love of meat. After all, who but Atkins’ own relatives knew that, all during the years of the regimen, the years of fame and famine, Atkins was writing poems like the following:PastaHermit carbsHiding in the whorlsOf their pasta shellsSpooky Action, Up CloseIf you are what you eatThen you, VictoriaYou’re bologna on ryeAnd I’m, alas, salamiIsabellaChew your mortadella, IsabellaAnd forget the canyons of dessertWhere at glazed bottom lies naughtBut grief regret and hurt.[Buy the I Walk 12"]