Pandemic Jack & the Eggplant Plants
Its hard to blame someone for miscommunication when the problem is actually with the English language. If the fruit we eat is an eggplant, then what is the plant? An eggplant plant?
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The spirit always appears in strange, evanescent forms.”
–Novalis, Pollen 22, Pollen & Fragments
Along with the high-minded essays (and now cartoons) IDT also occasionally produces scribbles. We include some of them here, because sadly, one does not struggle against dark times via the public use of reason alone. We also have to live “in dark times” as radically contingent individuals.
The dark times, it turns out, also call forth black humor, and sometimes even a bit of blue humor.
Since we don’t know anything at all about how to write fiction or poetry, these scribbles take the form of “personal essays,” or what gets called “creative nonfiction,” for lack of a better term.
We also like to think of them as “ephemera,” since they aren’t really “fragments,” and we certainly don’t think of them as “seeds” or “pollen.” Anyway, we’re allergic to pollen.
Its hard to blame someone for miscommunication when the problem is actually with the English language. If the fruit we eat is an eggplant, then what is the plant? An eggplant plant?
Continue readingTalking to Tedd on the phone. It’s been a year in quarantine now. Solitary confinement. The boredom is crushing. Nobody does anything, and nothing ever happens. We struggle for things to talk about.
Continue readingI water the tomatoes listening to David Harvey lecture on the labor theory of value.
Continue readingNow I am behaving like an enraged silverback gorilla. I am picking up sticks and throwing them back down on the ground.
Continue readingIt is a feature of our time that many of us now worry that the universe might actually be some sort of a giant simulation.
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