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https://www.isabellatree.com/books all sound pretty interesting. and well done for not including monbiot and macfarlane in the granta she edited.
Murphy
cat malogen
Saw her last night, presented well, crossover with the rewilding thread. Something has to give
Out in forestry commissioned pines enough and the clear evidence of acidity of soil wiping out the carpet below is pretty brutal. Poor light. Always damp. Cleaved swipes along significant tracts when stripping and logging, then a few benches as if it’s a place to chill. Tree snob?
In some ways it’s good the weather has been shit or fire season pyromaniacs would already have been on it
Out in forestry commissioned pines enough and the clear evidence of acidity of soil wiping out the carpet below is pretty brutal. Poor light. Always damp. Cleaved swipes along significant tracts when stripping and logging, then a few benches as if it’s a place to chill. Tree snob?
In some ways it’s good the weather has been shit or fire season pyromaniacs would already have been on it
does anyone know any detail on "nostalgia of mud"? i mean, apart from the maclaren/westwood shop...
like what i mean is, does anyone know where he got the idea from?
"The shop front was covered by a 3D relief of the map of the world made out of plaster & coloured a mud brown. The interior featured the cave like look of an archaeological dig. Scaffolding surrounded the walls, brown tarpaulin was stretched across the ceiling & a central pillar/stalagmite rose out of a pool of oily green liquid which bubbled primitively away.
Malcolm had said that the idea for the shop had been to make customers & passers-by not sure if the shop was open to the public because of all the scaffolding inside."
worldsendshop.co.uk
think in that vermorel book about vivienne westwood, there's something about the idea coming from france.
like what i mean is, does anyone know where he got the idea from?
"The shop front was covered by a 3D relief of the map of the world made out of plaster & coloured a mud brown. The interior featured the cave like look of an archaeological dig. Scaffolding surrounded the walls, brown tarpaulin was stretched across the ceiling & a central pillar/stalagmite rose out of a pool of oily green liquid which bubbled primitively away.
Malcolm had said that the idea for the shop had been to make customers & passers-by not sure if the shop was open to the public because of all the scaffolding inside."
Nostalgia of Mud - Worlds End
think in that vermorel book about vivienne westwood, there's something about the idea coming from france.
william_kent
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does anyone know any detail on "nostalgia of mud"? i mean, apart from the maclaren/westwood shop...
like what i mean is, does anyone know where he got the idea from?
"The shop front was covered by a 3D relief of the map of the world made out of plaster & coloured a mud brown. The interior featured the cave like look of an archaeological dig. Scaffolding surrounded the walls, brown tarpaulin was stretched across the ceiling & a central pillar/stalagmite rose out of a pool of oily green liquid which bubbled primitively away.
Malcolm had said that the idea for the shop had been to make customers & passers-by not sure if the shop was open to the public because of all the scaffolding inside."
Nostalgia of Mud - Worlds End
think in that vermorel book about vivienne westwood, there's something about the idea coming from france.
Paul Gorman is normally pretty good on McClaren / Westwood trivia ( and very good on Barney Bubbles which is how I came across his site ) - I can't remember reading anything about the origin of the mud name though he does point out where some of the designs were borrowed from...
Thanks, I've found the bit from the vermorel book on Westwood, where he's writing as if he's her:
"By this time we had another shop in St Christopher’s Place, just off Oxford Street. It was called Nostalgia of Mud. That was Malcolm’s idea – sometimes he was all dazzle, like a poet. We used this theme of mud harking back to primordial slime. In the middle of the shop was a bubbling fountain of mud and the interior had an encrusted feel. The front was decorated with mud-coloured bunting and wooden maps of Africa."
But I'm sure Maclaren got the idea from being in France.
"By this time we had another shop in St Christopher’s Place, just off Oxford Street. It was called Nostalgia of Mud. That was Malcolm’s idea – sometimes he was all dazzle, like a poet. We used this theme of mud harking back to primordial slime. In the middle of the shop was a bubbling fountain of mud and the interior had an encrusted feel. The front was decorated with mud-coloured bunting and wooden maps of Africa."
But I'm sure Maclaren got the idea from being in France.
Mr. Tea
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william_kent
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The Waqwaq Tree is described in The Kitab al-Bulhan ( Book of Wonders or Book of Surprises ) ( كتاب البلهان ) as growing on the island of Waq-Waq in the sea of China, an island with an all female population.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al-Wakwak
william_kent
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In mountain valleys,
its flowers just like human heads,
without a word,
they merely just smile away,
smile away until its petals fall just like that
The Japanese relation of the Waq Waq tree and the Nariphon tree, the Jinmenju or human face tree has fruits that resemble human heads, and is the inspiration for the Pokémon Exeggutor
william_kent
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Murphy
cat malogen
Is it weird that I talk to trees?
Answer (1 of 9): I guess no. I will like to tell about myself. Since my school days I used to feel that trees talk to me. I used to go to school on my bicycle. It was almost 5km ride. Everyday same path. I used to feel as if they ask me how my day was. As if they waved hi and bye to me. And there...
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There's an interview with Michael Pollan where he mentions entering a room full of plants and being convinced they knew he was there, that they were conscious of him. I can't remember whether or not he was sober at the time, but I think he said it was a bunch of cannabis plants.
Kathleen Harrison, Terence Mckennas widow, there's a talk or podcast with her I listened to, where she talked about cannabis as an older sister, who talks to her in a certain way, like as though she's revealing knowledge to her, something like that.
Bizarre event in her life recently, some guy broke into her house and attacked her, turned her life upside down. There was a fundraiser for her.
www.gofundme.com
I would recommend to anyone to read that last section of tao lin's "trip", where he goes and visits her, it's really good.
Bizarre event in her life recently, some guy broke into her house and attacked her, turned her life upside down. There was a fundraiser for her.
Donate to Help Kat Harrison Recover from Violence, organized by Rachel Budde
Recovery Fund for Kathleen Harrison Update: Thank you all for your loving contri… Rachel Budde needs your support for Help Kat Harrison Recover from Violence
I would recommend to anyone to read that last section of tao lin's "trip", where he goes and visits her, it's really good.
Elm-fuck poem, Ed Sanders, 1966
in to the oily crotch
place dick
go up
kiss the gray white tree
fondle the crotch
sweet juice there flowing
to which you place the tongue
to suck the pulse of the
Hamadryad
come into the cool gray
bark the hair-gray color of Persephone
how difficult it is
to be fucked
in the volcano!
ahhhhh but how sweet
the elm tree's rheuming
gray bark made black
by the viscid
fluid flowing
out of the branches-
I place my dick
in the tight in-fold of the elm V
-heat of the summer-
fuck till the come drift
down thru the bark furrows
fuck thru the warm afternoon
Sperm steams in the sun
birds in the branches
sun shines thru
seed steam
thru
wing of butterfly
wetting its
furry fluttering tips
I have given myself to the elm
I have soaked the dryad's shawl
What a wonderful world,
a palace of gentle sexual aggression.
Tree baby!
how I love to rim
your bark slits
kiss the leaves
above your dripping
elm crotch oozing
at the base
I place my penis
over the mish
& slowly start to
shove it deeper
encasing it in to deep deep elm snatch
Let me sing
of a need to fuck
at once the tousled leaf elm
place the lingam
in wet tree oil-
slowly O lovely lady,
such care & kindness
-as when rabbit nose
snoozles a carrot-
but give it thrill jabs.
give it to her.
worship the Dryad
fill her with foaming
under the elm boughs
heavy in the summer wind
to fill all holes,
lovely longing lone lingam
plugging the vastness
Do you feel it, pretty humans,
& do you know
a tree-twat is as good as
a buttock
& the elm branch is the dryad's breast
in to the oily crotch
place dick
go up
kiss the gray white tree
fondle the crotch
sweet juice there flowing
to which you place the tongue
to suck the pulse of the
Hamadryad
come into the cool gray
bark the hair-gray color of Persephone
how difficult it is
to be fucked
in the volcano!
ahhhhh but how sweet
the elm tree's rheuming
gray bark made black
by the viscid
fluid flowing
out of the branches-
I place my dick
in the tight in-fold of the elm V
-heat of the summer-
fuck till the come drift
down thru the bark furrows
fuck thru the warm afternoon
Sperm steams in the sun
birds in the branches
sun shines thru
seed steam
thru
wing of butterfly
wetting its
furry fluttering tips
I have given myself to the elm
I have soaked the dryad's shawl
What a wonderful world,
a palace of gentle sexual aggression.
Tree baby!
how I love to rim
your bark slits
kiss the leaves
above your dripping
elm crotch oozing
at the base
I place my penis
over the mish
& slowly start to
shove it deeper
encasing it in to deep deep elm snatch
Let me sing
of a need to fuck
at once the tousled leaf elm
place the lingam
in wet tree oil-
slowly O lovely lady,
such care & kindness
-as when rabbit nose
snoozles a carrot-
but give it thrill jabs.
give it to her.
worship the Dryad
fill her with foaming
under the elm boughs
heavy in the summer wind
to fill all holes,
lovely longing lone lingam
plugging the vastness
Do you feel it, pretty humans,
& do you know
a tree-twat is as good as
a buttock
& the elm branch is the dryad's breast
Murphy
cat malogen
This has planted images unlike any I could imagine and that includes seeing a pregnant woman rubbing her tits on an old oak many many moons ago. Where anyone would see or feel a branch, Sanders is seeing places to plant his cock, which takes some doing