“Many of the works of the Ancients have become fragments. Many of the Moderns are fragments the moment they come into being.”
Cyrus and I spent the better part of Saturday afternoon exploring our backyard – a
wasteland of wreck and weedsn unmowed, gently stressed patch of (evidently) Persianate influence.
So, so deep.
“The common Dandelion is found on the road sides, in pastures, and on the banks of ditches. Early in the spring, the leaves, whilst yet white and hardly unfolded, are an excellent sallad. The French eat the roots and tender leaves with bread and butter. Children that eat it in the evening, experience its diuretic effects in the night, which is the reason that other European nations, as well as the English, vulgarly call it piss-a-bed. When a swarm of locusts had destroyed the harvest in the island of Minorca, many of the inhabitants had subsisted upon this plant. It is likewise made use of for many purposes in medicine.”
Just another Saturday afternoon under broken midwestern skies.