modes of inhabiting the middle

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Which stories do fields, gardens, forests, and deserts tell? How are they articulated in—and between—the extensive and intensive senses of articulation? In what ways are they distributed between muthos and logos? There is no one all-embracing answer to these questions because the answers are indexed to various plant communities, distinct vegetal milieus, or modes of inhabiting the middle. Plant communities are tangles of stories about interactions among plants; the collaborations and collisions of plants with bacteria, fungi, and animals; agriculture and permaculture; diets and habitats; and, less and less so, the wilderness.

The deserts that grow worldwide as a result of deforestation are the environments that best correspond to the arid abstraction of globality, inherited from the rarefication and dematerialization
of reason. It did not have to come to this: spirit could have been receptive to matter, feeling at home in the forest, while culture could have meant care for and cultivation of life.

… assuming that the plant’s self is not separated from the place of its growth, whatever it tells about that place is already a phyto-biographic narrative and, vice versa, the story of a plant about itself is a slowly developing narrative about its surroundings.

… keepsakes of my memories, the mnemonic centers of gravity that evoke the events and even the atmosphere of my life at the time

Michael Marder, A Philosophy of Stories Plants

this is all there is

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Toni Morrison :

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

exchanged that danger for the relative safety of brutal work

home is memory and companions and/or friends who share the memory.

The implication being that this is all there is.

love in its desperate state … poorly veiled by his business ventures.

Valerian took very good care of the greenhouse for it was a nice place to talk to his ghosts in peace while he transplanted, fed, air-layered, rooted, watered, dried and thinned his plants.

imagined the blackness she was sinking into.

It was the name that called forth the true him.

perhaps, in all likelihood … small, necessary

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The blackness I am after does not know where Africa is located but can point it out on a map.

It is an interesting project this authenticating African thingy: that is, in order to create a wholeness, a thing unto itself, a purity–one must cross an ocean …

This is a long way to either absurdity,typicality, desperation, or truth, yet even if it is truth,it may not be logical.

Some notes on the Ocean …, Pope.L, 2005

Pope.L Has Never Been More Urgent, Frieze 207, 2019.

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Flows and veils; garden syntactic arrangements of forms; they hold unknown, and therefore dangerous possibilities

Richard Brody wrote an appreciation of David Lynch.

“Many films are called revelatory and visionary, but Lynch’s films seem made to exemplify these terms. He sees what’s kept invisible and reveals what’s kept scrupulously hidden, and his visions shatter veneers of respectability to depict, in fantasy form, unbearable realities.”


Also, Dennis Lim (2015),

“Lynch’s mistrust of words means that his films often resist the expository function and realist tenor of dialogue, relying instead on intricate sound design to evoke what lies beyond language.”