WashYourHands

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
 

catalog

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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."


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."


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...
 

catalog

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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.
 

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.

In the Kitab al-Bulhan, the painting titled the ‘Tree of Waq Waq’ is rather extraordinary because it illustrates the way in which the all-female population reproduces and self-perpetuates. Female figures grow from the tree as if they mature like fruit until they are ripened and they drop to the ground emitting a cry that sounds like 'Waq Waq!'
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


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upon asking it questions, its flowers would laugh, but it wouldn't understand human language and if they laugh too much, the flowers would wither and fall
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
We're verging on ent territory here, aren't we?
 

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WashYourHands

Cat Malogen
 

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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.
 

catalog

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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.


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.
 

catalog

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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
 

WashYourHands

Cat Malogen
The Romans had their equivalents that lived in sacred oak groves (Lucus), which homed their Querquetulanae

Ironic as many a Roman historian commented on the grove-based abominations of the Gauls and Britons
 

WashYourHands

Cat Malogen
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

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
 

catalog

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There's a few lines quoted here and there in various publications but when I read the wehole thing, I was pretty shocked as well.

I've not read much Ed Sanders but I think his book on manson family is regarded as a classic
 
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