Tuesday, April 23, 2019


Luzula campestris. Swindon, 23 April 2019.

Field Wood-rush (Luzula campestris), outside my door in Swindon.

             Human flowing
through dust. Basin of time.
Unsupportable howling. Man is

But what is woman therefore.


    But is it the will leading
the moments, or beauty
leading the vice
versa can also work too. But of course
it does.

When you follow the time
is all backwards, is it all or apart.
When you follow this
had to add up to itself before
its presentment.

(Emily Critchley, from Ten Thousand Things (2017)).

[Sourced from this interview with Charlotte Newman on prac crit:

http://www.praccrit.com/interviews/from-ten-thousand-things-interview-by-charlotte-newman/ ]

Luzula campestris, first stage of flowering: stigmas exserted but anthers not yet visible.

Luzula campestris, second stage of flowering: tepals open, anthers releasing pollen.

Luzula campestris, leaves with long silky hairs.


At 10:33 pm, Blogger Vincent said...

It was through this grass that I first encountered your blog, I believe, when I searched the Web to find out what kind of grass I had photographed on this page https://rochereau.wordpress.com/2007/03/26/flowers-of-grass/ and you identified it for me. On that search I found your post http://michaelpeverett.blogspot.com/2007/03/identifying-grasses-reissued.html

It will always be a special grass for me, on account of that. Glad you found it on your doorstep!

At 7:40 am, Blogger Michael Peverett said...

That was a great post you wrote back then, the perception that nature does away with our theories.

Yes, it's that time of year when I begin to say a lingering farewell to cherry blossom and to listen to the mysterious songs of the grasses!


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