|GERONIMO, CHIRICAHUA APACHE, WHO, AFTER BEING HELD AS A
PRISONER-OF-WAR BY THE U.S. GOVERNMENT,
WAS NEVER ALLOWED TO GO BACK TO THE LAND OF HIS BIRTH
The other day I went over to my friend Brad’s in a section of L.A. called Lincoln Heights. Brad’s house is perched on the edge of a precipice and underneath it is a shed in which a bunch of my stuff has been stored for the last 10 months.
At one point, I realized the air was perfumed with a musky, sweetish, slightly decayed smell and looked over to see a gnarled old guava tree. Its branches were laden, and the ground beneath was covered with soft lemon-yellow fruit. Guavas have rose-colored flesh and tons of tiny seeds you can swallow whole if you’ve a mind to. I had a mind to, and helped myself to several, gorging on the good parts and tossing the half-eaten seed-heavy cores into the abandoned ravine below. Wasps swarmed the fallen fruit, but they were drowsy, or feeling magnanimous, and left me alone to ponder the delicious pleasure of the sun, and the sweetness of the fruit, and the re-discovery of my beloved belongings, all juxtaposed with the imminent possibility of a sharp, stabbing sting.
|TITIAN, CIRCA 1550
ADAM AND EVE