Dear ones,
Today's (Found Art) is merely a locavore recognition tour of the various poppy plants in the yard, requiring just a few steps out the door while holding a shiny rectangle that now thinks it thinks for us while we genuflect for colors, textures, refinements of light.
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| Hard to reckon what this flower, in companionship with humans, has wrought upon the world, whole economies, lives, at once helpful and awful: Papaver Somniferum story |
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| They fully extinguish themselves with the flowering effort, fall of their own weight |
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| petals don't just drop, but are thrown down with abandon all at once, a complete spontaneous disrobing |
The sort of natural mess we relish
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| And the tall exuberant Matilija Poppy, a large flowy crinkled home that smells devine |
Last but not least, we just can't get enough of our California Poppies, that give and give and give.
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| Haven't yet tried the tincture, but these are certainly tincturey times we're trying to wade through |
And from the series, repurposed artworks
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| from the Circus of Sickness |
painful, watching it
try to rule the world
by its hair meds
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aspire and to
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