The Einsiedeln GM Eclogues: 1

Abstract

Thamyra: Midas, you've a vested interestin what comes of this contest.You've always thought yourselfmore handsome than the law.Midas: I am of the golden soil, law of town,stocks invested in cities of the world.It's so delightful listening to you argueas the sacred wood is cleared for moreof my malware to implant. Yesterday'sbad is today's good. Clickbait. Feedthe world. Make the link. I am alreadyan heirloom and yet, and yet . . . vibrantand modern and immunization of future.Thamyra: The only prize is for plants to growon their own legs. To let them be whatthey will be with as little coaxing . . .no conjuring or tampering, no patentsor patents, past linked to future.Ladas: Outcomes. Farm to profit furrowslittle man backed by big daddyfurrows profit to farm outcomes.It's just me, little me O me, and myfamily because they are mine O mine.Glory in my new machineryits glittering stereo system.Thamyra: I am confident. But I'd ratheran ear of wheat with its ownflorescence, a burst of canolaflowers with their own energy,their conversations with sun,their oleaginous honesty.Let them be. How can theybreak free of your delinquency?Ladas: Light is fading and you ramble on.I am the cheapest and most efficient.I want tomorrow now. Begin! Begin!You are fading with the old world.You are fading with the old ways.Thamyra: Praise the land, not the company.The company you keep keeps you.Ladas: I've a bounty to display and what have yougot? I've staked my claim and it is bountiful.Midas: Hail the land of Oxymorons! Go for it, boys and girls.Neighbors. Childhood friends. Euphemisms.Great sport. Shepherds. Whatever. Ladas-firstcrack of the whip. Thamyra-go on,see what you can do about it. Best shot.Ladas: Great company! You who've windrowedentire countries. Silos, where seed grows.India. America. Soon through committeesthe backdoor of Europe. Legal eagles highover the fields, the paddocks, pickingoff the rodents. May you hop fences,adorn roads. Spillage is unity, spillageis liberty, spillage is new colonies.It's how we state it. In the small print.Let me spread their seed everywhere.I am fecund. I am effusive. Abundantsterility! Works of art in this new ageof mechanical reproduction-copyright!I am creation. I am extinction. I amexpansion. New meanings to old words.Priests and priestesses, bachelorsand spinsters. Our oil at footy gamesand fancy restaurants, in school lunchesand rave parties. Praise, praise the gene!Praise the trance dance of mind and sunand sky. I am bulk shipments to the starving,lining their stomachs-they should thinkthemselves lucky. The door is open.I am the thunder beneath the soil.I am a better yellow than the old yellow.Every border falls to me. I am research.I am promise. I am agent orange to weedgrowth. I am immunity in the fallout.I am the artificial nature needed, I amGenesis, I am the helping hand, I amrevelation, I am the book, I am the spiritreleased from the atomic seed. …