Peter Schwartz
core study: notes on an apple imagination says in time everything becomes something else an apple sits by my window for 300 years one day a woman takes a bite and a flock of birds takes off it becomes wine for a monk or the beginning of an orchard its life is yours but has happened as if in translation a few steps from the vertebrate before you ever really got to eat that apple. - this apple might scent your grandmother's skin at her wake nervously you memorize your furniture as if each piece were a passenger on some final voyage west, straight into the sunset of your imagination the corners we most live in crumble alas some places are too small for apples. - once in holland I saw a painting of an apple now some nights I hang myself on the wall like a painting and wait for a power greater than sleep to take me to my orchard.
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