Eating a Macintosh Apple Eating a Macintosh Apple
Eating a Macintosh apple she showed me her crumpled lips. And afterward she didn’t know what to do she couldn’t even discard that small mangled thing that more and more turned yellow in her hand. And daylight’s the time to get drunk when the body still waits for surprises from light and from rhythm, when it still has the energy to invent a disaster. (translated from the Italian by David Shapiro with Gini Alhadeff)
Aug 27, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Patrizia Cavalli
Two Hours Ago I Fell in Love Two Hours Ago I Fell in Love
Two hours ago I fell in love and trembled, and tremble still, and haven’t a clue whom I should tell. (translated from the Italian by Mark Strand)
Aug 27, 2013 / Books & the Arts / Patrizia Cavalli