Joan Greer, Sourayan Mookerjea, and Tegan Moore
Seed time is composed of memory-storage, dispersal, pyriscence, imbibition, respiration, light, mobilization, sprouting, growth, and regeneration through which negentropic common-being creates a place for Earth-bound lifetimes, giving wisdom, taking care and creating common wealth. Past, present and future non-extractivist seed-communication points towards deep energy transitions to slow futures. The possibility for delinking from the toxic waste economy may be searched for here.
[ID: Video of a Milkweed plant focusing on the bursting seed pods, in negative. A poem scrolls across the bottom of the screen like a stock ticker. The title of each poem appears in the centre of the video changing as each poem cycles through.]
Protecting, enduring, holding spring in speck, mote, nut and drum through the orbit of our nearness to the soil singing the shrouds of life into tillage and the harvest weight of day-break. Returning difference, possible futures’ pasts. So the forest knows how to be there.
Whether sailing, afloat, riding, or just passing through hot animal entrails of field and forest, seeds chart our mineral planet into grounds, paths, bournes, quarters, beds, nests, cradles . . .
Deep in the swidden earth, seeds are negentropically sparked. “It is by avoiding the rapid decay into the inert state of ‘equilibrium’ that an organism appears so enigmatic…” (Schrodinger) Flying under the radar of probability, seeds make their move against the arrow of time, always in the nick of time. Flecks of bound energy that creates a heaving sea of grass for all creatures to crawl forth and walk upon the midden of being here.
Here’s to all our dear friends, so glad to have you over, gathered at this late hour and at last! To health! To the fertile earth! And to our pregnant feasts forever!
The law of the jungle is actually give and take. Breathe in, breathe out. Is how we belong to the common wealth of negentropic seed time. We the living are always together a plenitude, so long as . . . the clouds still gather us in their melt. Take this, plant this, give this. Get this?
A-statistical metabolic microprocessors pick up and carry the chanting until the dance breaks out. Seeds are molecular media with which the medical soil remembers our stricken sun. So the seed sutras teach us to learn them, find them, collect them, plant them and give them. While the seed plugs together its grid.