A poetry reading from Richard Brautigan!
I suppose that there are many things that could be taken in a unique context.
Here, a poetry reading about preparing meat. The tenderness and care that it can entail, and its possible miscontruel in context.
Or dare I claim that an artist in poetry could misconstrue an observed act? I don't know. But preparing meat doesn't seem to me particularly sexy...
Just as art can often be misconstrued.