she eats the country

she devours the land ///cooking and eating elaborate cabbagey meals +/terrified nature-goth zeitgeist splattered in beet juice

[whatdoessheeat]

[nemfrog]

Early potatoes. The book of the potato. 1910s. Two tubers on Twosday. 

[whatdoessheeat]

[whatdoessheeat]

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

me: what a lovely day! even the flowers are singing!

flowers (singing): the sins of our forefathers bind us to the dirt

[katydidnot]

why are there so many country songs abt being gay for dirt

[haggeography]

No! Heavenly tallow, don’t lick my gummy beards. Out of my mouth’s brown streams of pitch Sob a brown leaven of blood and sawdust. No. Don’t touch the vomit on the earth’s black thigh.

(Peretz Markish)

[haggeography]

[whatdoessheeat]

I am fearful of something more than fear:  it's something in the landscape surrounding the cities and smaller towns between here and the coast, something out there that feels so empty and it is not made of earth or muscle or fur; it's like a pocket of death but with no form other than the light one might cast upon its trail of fragments.  For a moment I think it's just the unfamiliarity of the landscape's agenda, what it contains in the future of its emptiness.  I mean, out there I am in and surrounded by a void, a "natural" counterpart to the industrial void of the cities.  Out there I can feel buried under the dome of the sky and feel claustrophobic in the heat which is like a plastic cushion pressing unseen against all the surfaces of my exposed body and in all that dizzying stillness I feel like my soul and my flesh will suddenly and abruptly be consumed within the civilizational landscape or else expelled off the face of the earth.  What troubles me is that I might not mind.

David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives

[whatdoessheeat]

"WE ARE DWELLERS IN MEADOWS/BORN ALONG HIGHWAYS/AND COASTAL SANDS/WE ARE THE ANCIENTS/STRANGERS AND NATIVES/THE FIRST TO WANDER THESE/BLESSED LANDS”

[haggeography]

Katherine Verdery, The Political Lives of Dead Bodies

[greatwar-1914]

Even on the mobile Eastern Front, when the armies confronted one another they fortified and entrenched.  This Russian soldier at Lodz has had some free time to decorate his dug out.

Image Source: (http://www.militaryphotos.net)

[whatdoessheeat]

WOMAN IS LAND

[themagicfarawayttree]

[lilothedestroyer-deactivated201]

He says that woman speaks with nature. That she hears voices from under the earth. That wind blows in her ears and trees whisper to her. That the dead sing through her mouth and the cries of infants are clear to her. But for him this dialogue is over. He says he is not part of this world, that he was set on this world as a stranger. He sets himself apart from woman and nature. And so it is Goldilocks who goes to the home of the three bears, Little Red Riding Hood who converses with the wolf, Dorothy who befriends a lion, Snow White who talks to the birds, Cinderella with mice as her allies, the Mermaid who is half fish, Thumbelina courted by a mole. (And when we hear in the Navaho chant of the mountain that a grown man sits and smokes with bears and follows directions given to him by squirrels, we are surprised. We had thought only little girls spoke with animals.) We are the bird’s eggs. Bird’s eggs, flowers, butterflies, rabbits, cows, sheep; we are caterpillars; we are leaves of ivy and sprigs of wallflower. We are women. We rise from the wave. We are gazelle and doe, elephant and whale, lilies and roses and peach, we are air, we are flame, we are oyster and pearl, we are girls. We are woman and nature. And he says he cannot hear us speak. But we hear.

Susan Griffin, Woman and Nature (via mutanteen)

[whatdoessheeat]

'"Our country,"' she will say, 'throughout the greater part of its history has treated me as a slave; it has denied me education or any share in its possessions. "Our" country still ceases to be mine if I marry a foreigner. "Our" country denies me the means of protecting myself, forces me to pay others a very large sum annually to protect me, and is so little able, even so, to protect me that Air Raid precautions are written on the wall. Therefore if you insist upon fighting to protect me, or "our" country, let it be understood, soberly and rationally between us, that you are fighting to gratify a sex instinct which I cannot share; to procure benefits which I have not shared and probably will not share; but not to gratify my instincts, or to protect either myself or my country. 'For,' the outsider will say, 'in fact, as a woman, I have no country. As a woman I want no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.'

Virginia Woolf, Three Guineas

[whatdoessheeat]

The gist of the Cossack phenomenon is manifest in a popular anecdote about Napoleon, who is quoted as saying: "Give me 20 thousand Cossacks and I will conquer the whole of Europe and even the whole world." The Don atamans sent him a prompt reply: "Send us 20,000 French women, and in 20 years you will get 20,000 Cossacks. But they will serve Russia nonetheless."

http://en.ria.ru/analysis/20050630/40822655.html

[desertionexodus]