Loving Growth
Jaych
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Of all seemingly arbitrary distinctions I appreciate the distinction of landscaper and Gardener Maybe it doesn't seem important to you But in my opinion, The landscapers is a conformists's position. And a fascist's tradition I have never quite been able to understand landscaping When I see a hedge, or a tree, or a beautiful patch of flowers My instinct is not to control it There is no part of me that wants to make sure it grows in just the right way As I drive down the road I see too many barren patches on the sides of highways and next to the weird empty broadsides of retail stores Safe guarded by the watchful eyes of landscapers Because for some reason it is paramount that his bush stay stunted That way you can see the metal fence or the blank building wall behind in all its glory Because nature abhors a blank canvas But society abhors a canvas gilled outside its approval And the landscapers of course are at the behest of piercing cries and nagging eyes of neighbors or tourists or otherwise unsatisfied people. Because as silly as calling the cops is What has to be 10 times sillier Though it comes from the same compulsion, Is calling the cops on a plant. I have no idea how to understand the person who walks down the street And decides to contact the city Because this particular grass has grown too long Though I very much understand that this person exists And I'm not talking about the places a plant clearly should not grow Up the powerlines Down into the pipes Tearing apart the facade of an old brick building Blocking sidewalks so wheelchairs can't get past I'm talking about clipping branches and trimming roots Because someone out there is hungry to have the world grow at their pace In only the places they dictate To match a vision of beauty locked inside their brain Instead of the one coded into the DNA of the wild lavender that's managed to peek through a sidewalk crack I don't get this A gardener though A gardener I can get behind Someone who sees the wild Sees the beauty Who thinks how can I help it along? And how can it help me? The careful someone Neatly untangling the conflict between the Rose of Sharon and Bougainvillea vines Assessing each leaf for water Assessing themselves for which plants they feel like watering Making sure they are being fair to the whole garden Because planting something is starting something and there IS obligation in that Doing the tougher job of going inside to lie down To make sure they are being fair to themselves, To their hands, To the hose, and to the water bill Pouring out enough to keep the garden rooted Pulling back enough to keep it from scrambling over itself From one plant smothering another Then standing far enough back to watch what happens If you are on the landscapers side I dare you to sneak past your persnickety opinions of where the Butterfly Bush should go And what type of bugs you want crawling around I know how hard this is going to be for you Trust me I once had a slight dream of writing a book about a society where everything was perfect Each time a lightbulb went out on a random streetlight It would be fixed the very next day Every sidewalk crack filled All graffiti scrubbed clean from every nook and cranny The Underworlds of bridges as pristine as museums Everyone with something to do at all times And the naysayers calling it all bustywork They are missing the beauty of perfection Because I will grant you the truth that there is beauty in perfection In iteration and improvement and not moving on until its good And it's funny Because i wanted to write that book in the first place to say "What if we spent more time focusing on what we HAVE Instead of blindly rushing forward to what we don't?" And for some reason my bright idea to get us to do that Was not the circular embrace of vines or love But the obsessive recursion and mindfuck of control over petty differentiations This particular confusion between sustainable and self consuming is more rampant than you'd expect, So I forgive myself for it If I was going to write that book today The heroes would not be the Obsessives tilers Redoing each porcelain tile in a public subway station that has gotten half a shade darker These would be the buttt of the joke And there would be a radically insurgent group that did not care That every cream colored suburban house be power washed And every white fence everywhere be perfect And yes, They wouldn't give a shit about making sure the sides of the highway were bare And yes They would be at war with landscapers If you are still on the landscapers side I dare you to pull out a chair And sit in your lawn And imagine it is a yard Out of your control Nestled in your care Growing in your palms So not entirely out of your control anyways Let your imagination run wild This is an ode to my way of loving things To my garden and green thumbs And to my polyamory
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