Hear, Muse, for the beginning of this spring I shall renew my song once again. Set the gift of eloquent words free out of my breast! This very breast, that once teemed with the love of your beauty, has not yet sunk into deadly indifference. For sure it grows green and sprouts with the coming…
Month: April 2025
Endivian (!?) Mutterings
Have you ever noticed that plants do indeed speak? They have discourse. This endive you see in the image I’ve added to the post… Well, it established a language for itself by the haphazard shape of its roots, its tubers force themselves through the earth while expanding there or thither: at the same time earth…