THEY call all experience of the senses mystic, when
the
experience is
considered.
So an
apple becomes mystic when I taste in it
the summer and the snows, the
wild welter of earth
and the insistence of the sun.
All of which things I can surely taste in a good
apple.
Though some
apples taste preponderantly of water, wet and sour
and some of too much sun,
brackish sweet
like
lagoon-water, that has been too much sunned.
If I say I taste these things
in an apple, I am called mystic,
which means a liar.
The only way to eat an apple is to hog it down
like a pig
and taste
nothing
that is
real.
But if I eat an apple, I like to eat it with all my
senses awake.
Hogging it down like a pig I call the feeding of
corpses.