All that glistens is not silver. All that shines in black-and-white is not machine-age steel, or industrial porcelain, or opalescent shell, or pearly flesh, or some other beautiful modern arrangement in light and space. And what else do the following have in common: Curbside effluent, glittering in the night; dank water in a tin bucket, with a slimy rag; the slick, uncooked flesh of a skinned rabbit that looks ripe for bacteria and the kitchen garbage; naked potatoes, clammy sausages, unnameable larva-like somethings; and, set against a stained, layered, darkly lustrous, unspecifiable surface,