the velvety leaves of first year mullein at the landfill park. the plants that survive the winter will sprout yard high wands of yellow flowers to celebrate their second year of life, then go to seed and die.
''and now there is the internet: this is a pulpit for what anybody says, which gives pig ignorants their best occasion to foul our wells with extra information.'' alessandro gallenzi, ars poetastrica. ( j.g.nichols translation).