| Chess One 2005-02-24, 5:52 pm |
| Dear Dirty,
(As I may call you? Especially in Mandlestam's sense.)
Is there evidence yet of green shoots appearing above the ground 'round the
military-chess complex? I note you speculate that something might actually
be planted down there, rather than any random and happenstance
springings-up, and am curious for your reasons for believing so.
[Nostradamus?]
As another declared and openly dirty, pretty obscure and high-falutin'
farmer, [making 2 of us in all; undeclared farmers are The Other Larry,
"Stormy", Wlod, &c], I am interested in this organic metaphor. The dirt, as
it is called in America, is the seed-bed for all future growth and
sustenance, and where roots lie, of whatever will appear above. It is harder
than it may seem to properly nourish this subterranean realm, so that what
emerges is what is desired.
I note that you resent transplanting the tenuous hold the existing bush-ette
has on the face of the earth, and don't 'dig' removing it from an at least
potential source of nourishment in the Hudson Valley. I myself wonder what
is to be planted elsewhere but random seeds as might be to board-member's
hand at any moment. Did you notice in all these months any other particular
concern or orientation toward future seasons which would actually connect
the desired superstructure with the root?
I can't think Mr. John has shoveled much dirt in his time - but is
nevertheless well disposed toward healthy plants which could and should
exist [as if they would spring forth by magic?], but without address to the
necessary rigorous restoration of the very ground in which they currently
expire for want of the practice of their nourishment. And without sufficient
curiosity to what exactly should be grown to sustain our future diet?
Apples, peanuts, figs?
Whatever has been planted is not yet available to view and could even be a
mono-crop [!] in which case let us hope that there will be a market for its
fruition. I presume this is the reason that seeding-session takes place by
the dark of the Moon - the intense competition that will result from the
transplanted bushette must not be allowed to interfere with the current
gestation process, otherwise this fragile entity would be utterly destroyed
by the light, as might a vampirette.
That is of course, if I should agree with you to the extent that there is
actually anything at all planted down there and we are not experiencing a
'dude-ranch.'
Cordially, "Whit", Another Farmer
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