It is to you Tania that I am singing...
.I Am Living At The Villa Borghese
Everything begins in the middle ...
'China is the weed in the human cabbage patch. .... the weed is the nemesis of
human endeavor...Of all the imaginary existences we attribute to plants, beast and star the weed leads the most satisfactory life of all.
True, the weed produces no lilies, no battleships,no Sermons on the Mount ....eventually the weed gets the upper hand. Eventually things fall back into a state of China
. This condition is usually referred to by historians as the Dark Age.
Grass is the only way out.... the weed exists only to fill the waste spaces left by cultivated areas.
It g r o ws between ~,
among other things.
The lily is beautiful, the cabbage is provender, the poppy is maddening__
but the weed is rank growth...: it points a moral..."
Guattari and Deleuze our friendly lecturers continue with a question " Which China is Miller talking about? The old China, the new, an imaginary one, or yet another located on a shifting map?
master ? Live a blame worthy life! Mister Big Sur