Nut is better than the web-crits would have you believe, seemingly lightweight with bright beats a zillions miles from Adele, and sardonically ditto (not the band.)
Drums and rhythms permeate the precipices of Tunstall's inner thoughts, articulating what several philosophy textbooks would not even perceive. Perception in modern philosophy is represented by phenomenology - as seen in Dark Star, P215 - but the intent is without the lightness of the Charleston (see Josephine Baker, prev), limbs weaving round the underbrush of the mind.
The hidden track points to the modern data-trap that may end with the expressive algorithm.
As one can see from the illo, 'the lady is a fruit'. In other words, there is a vegetable/animal symbiosis though, in this case, without the fierce feeding frenzy of Noto's 'Red Lace' (P218 The Citadel of Fear).
Flowers here are not brutal, though they are insidious and so probably equally life-destroying. That may seem an odd comment, but graveyards tend to blossom. Here, the insidiousness is more to do with the modern metamorphosis into an illusory Narcissus perpetually gazing at one's reflection.
The idea that vegetables are just for show is for the birds. For a start, Nut could also refer to the testicle, and the convolutions of both brain and testicles are not a million miles apart.
In other words, a seemingly inoffensive vegetable has hidden powers. These articulating elements of the body tend to not be perceived by the rational philosophers.
The notion of bloodthirsty plants is not a million miles from Mel Brook's 'Springtime for Hitler', the musical in The Producers set in the mountain retreat of Berchtesgaden.
Basically, things which seem inoffensive in nature are just the camouflage for the feeding of fertility. Good and bad are always going to be present, and the moral order is the gamekeeper's order that establishes a balance to stabilise a system (see Botham, prev.)
I was walking up the old High Street here and witnessed a twirling stream erupt from a side-pipe, to wind down the stones of the old street. Kids were delighted, and one was immediately put in mind of the dull green of shaded woods, the tinkle of stones (red Indians on the prowl.)
In short, the psychic calmness of such vistas cannot be overestimated. The body articulates in psychic vistas, or the higher-level developments of nature that just happen.
BWS pencil art for Cimmeria
Happenings, if one believes (with Byron) in Fortune, are psychic as well as physical. The illusory, phenomenological future is clearly devoid of all of that. Without psychic strength (stability, insoucience), weakness and confusion are the inevitable results of an illusory material advance.
