prejudices
never earn the status
of beautiful weeds
nettles that are pretty
frequented by bees
that make honey
that do not deal in free flowing words
words that discount
words that must sting
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never earn the status
of beautiful weeds
nettles that are pretty
frequented by bees
that make honey
that do not deal in free flowing words
words that discount
words that must sting
learn a trade
now who says:
learn five languages !
to look through any thought
when it hits you
coming from a mouth full of words
denunciation's and command's inventions
of care as if love sacrifices
called the human
to deface others
for socially accepted hatred
and sexual correctness
are in turn trained by those
who trained their dogs as systems
to one language
a reflection of one way thinking
to which the body
succumbs first
gesture's call
to order
or however that name
attaches itself to that creature
neither language can describe it
nor intuition has easy access to language
because what conforms to language
produces formulas, re-produces rituals
that grew up in territories of subjugation
when I over-seeded a ten acre field with horse pasture mix,
sweet clover and red clover, a dead field came back to life:
you could see that in late winter when that piece of land
was the first to be free from snow
and the north-migrating ducks, geese and gulls landed by
the thousands on a green field in the middle of still snow covered
fields and 'discussed' matters with my free range ducks, geese and chickens...
in other words, the clover and the soil culture below the surface
were full with life that made things grow and warm up
from below the surface;
in other words, soil is/was as much of an 'organism'
as the oceans are/were
that's the secret to growing, to keep life alive.
So, my little garden patch is only as good as I leave the soil to itself,
to mulch it as nature would do naturally to preserve its moisture
so micro-organisms can thrive within the soil
nor to interrupt the soil with digging
nor with factory products
Real soil is its very own input
just like ocean water is...
seeds planted on March 22nd, Corn Salad -Mache seeds on March 18;
after last year's wilderness growth, a sort of green manuring,
my first full growing season here, and cutting and snipping with the hedge trimmer,
this year I started with 'lifting' the grass sod as soon as the surface
started defrosting,
and for the peas again another small area two days after a wet snow fall,
the ground dried good, the sod was co-operative, the grass roots landed
on the soon-to-be more compost
and corn salad and peas are "covered" each with their very own plastic umbrella
that needs lifting under the March sun.
Practically, I was sitting outside all winter whenever the sun was out,
me and the garden are on the south side
and this being part of the 'most sunniest area' of Canada
with the most sunshine per annum,
I at least earned a sun tan that I can now parade in my mirror
I don't dig down, I'll build up and have some top soil yet coming this week:
enough for carrots and potatoes;
yes potatoes I've ordered from the east coast;
all sorts of seeds are going into the ground, spinach, lettuce next
New Zealand Spinach goes up on some trellis that I already practiced with,
so are the beans and the honeydews...
The five deer were thoroughly productive throughout the winter
while they were feeding off the dropped apples
and off whatever green there was;
their manuring was indeed professionally done...
The old apple tree got his pruning done, probably too much;
now I got to do some raking to make use of the leaves
and 'turn' the sod as well;
this tree will be watered for the next crop I want to eat myself
and make again fresh apple juices...
There's not much rain coming here in this quasi desert,
so I play with mulching, cover crops and watering.
All my garden 'beds' need to be watered, mulched and cover cropped...
Rainworms got to replace now the five deer to make this garden productive;
lots of quick Chinese vegetables
but I will try regular cabbage and the rest like chard and kale etc as well
Tomatoes, I paid at Christmas $1.25 a tomato, that sealed my gardening adventure;
now last year "after last frost date" was sometime beginning of June
and "the first frost date" was September 18th that deconstructed all my tomatoes
so everything I do is with plastic to begin with
to continue with
and to end with
I have different tunnel systems to explore
and doing this square foot by square foot
while I remove the grass sods,
below which is good smelling earth that even smells good
like humus rich bacteria party in progress
well, yes, as long I can keep it "moist" throughout the growing season
and within it the various needs of the vegetables and flowers and herbs
No, I will go nowhere - just into the garden to virtually eat it,
watch butterflies
and birds that I fed all winter:
now their manure from hundred of birds
sits around the lilac bushes...
and public sphere
remain relative
until congruent with dogma
the destination
of the sphere of politics
a measured distance
from the theater-
the roles that play authenticity
as if projecting a 'naturalness'
will enlighten
the horrendous show
culture perpetrates
on those
who are totally scripted
to perform a falsity
that is neither authentic nor natural
but simply the animal
domesticated on the discursive pablum of ideology:
actors fallen into belief turned agents
parading as a form of ethical violence
in relation either to a space,
the four walls of a room
in relation to others
within that space,
and the subversive relation
between whoever was the conductor
lecturing his/her subservients
all locked-in within that space
each space was filled out with propaganda,
its converts,
its believers
each ideology dribbled on like rain
was obediently soaked up
from marxism to communism to religion to americanism
a submissiveness of mind and body
the conductor controlling all the voices-
a never ending monarchy of conformity
within a hierarchy
a polemicist theater, a show
same rhetoric, same repetitions
everyone went there like to a pissoir
and was handed a discourse ad hominem
as if under the influence of a 'higher' law
yet to come...
lived
within different ideologies
that each drive languages
that underqualify and overqualify
redefining words and sentences
and life itself
as if one is human
merely as a by-product
you too come to realize
that all learning and practicum
all common sense derived from experience
turn into fictions
as if life never was
nor will be
in the end,
language never deals with life
only to be against it
as if life itself turns enemy,
a war reducing words
and the
Ides of March
how we boys saw history's contingencies
as 'today's' never vanishing possibility
as if failed experiments
generate sense
make sense
according to the logic of myth
that plunges into a hiatus
a kind of ahistorical vacuum
from which
curiously as if by wanted contingency
abrogation of 'normal' legal processes
are made possible
what at first appeared as multiple interpretation
rises now as a singular force
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