Wednesday 6 May 2009

spore


Never mind about the potential for hay fever or allergies, seeing great swatches of unnaturally yellow soy or alfalfa blooms can look positively alien--cthulhian, an an unintelligible invading madness, like a color from space. I have to wonder what sort pixie-dust is spread about in the pollen from genetically-modified crops. First, a fine layer settles on cars and window sills, inchoate like the blowback of a persistent sand storm. Is it the gentleman-farmer raising the plants--or is it the plants that have the farmers trained to be so considerate with their care-taking? The weekly aftermath, the air cleared of the stuff by a strong rain, looks less sinister, invasion defeated--the pollen tacky and gold, scumming puddles and between cobblestones.