‘The Orange’ by Francis Ponge

Possibly sneaking in a prose-poem here. Studied moments, controlled digression, stopped time: after reading Ponge, I will always and never see an orange in the same way, and care about seeing as transformation.

Available here, and first read as part of a handwritten note from a friend who wrote the letter e very oddly

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