The Chlorophyll Manifesto

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This article is reprinted from the January 1993 edition of Heterodoxy.

Flowers are born free, yet every-where they are in gardens and flowerpots. How did this come to be? And how were wildflowers constructed by logocentric ideology into religious icons and botanical metaphors? Bravely seeking to break through the iron cage of phallic flower symbolism and at the same time subvert the sexist doctrine of the Trinity, Gertrude Stein attempts to liberate both religion and plants in her famous three-in-one flower proclamation, “A rose is a rose is a rose.” But alas, this noble cry is undermined by its very emphasis, for roseness remains embedded in language, trapped in human speech. Her line is, in fact, a bourgeois recapitulation of a monkish belief in flower-power, according to which flowers gave off emanations that could be imprisoned in glass boxes and used to break through conventional constructions of the physical and linguistic world. The idea was a noble gesture on behalf of plants that nevertheless led to the oppressive custom of keeping flowers pressed in books or framed in glass, aesthetically inscribed by romantic ideology in the ballet, Le Spectre de la Rose.

And so, to paraphrase Marx’s opening of his pedestrian manifesto on the economic roots of history, I say that, yes, a specter Is haunting the West, but it is a spirit not yet imagined in the most radical critiques of capitalism, racism, sexism, homophobia, ageism, lookism, and omnicide, in which the prime tool of scepsis has not even guessed at the true nature of ideological gaps — Plantism — which is at the heart of what has not been said.

Hitherto, every oppressed minority was assumed to have a voice, a voice that was muted, suppressed, enslaved, subverted, and ignored, but a voice nevertheless. Thanks to recent studies by Ague and Weltgeist, however, we are now aware of the fact that among the many paintings of Mont St. Victoire by Cezanne, not one oppressed proletarian appears in any of the works, despite the fact that three generations of impoverished shoemakers were known to have had their shop in the village just behind the hill to the south-east of the mountain. Cezanne deliberately privileged the hill in order to hide all traces of poverty, when he could have easily included the shop by going 6 miles to the northeast. His pictures of Mont. St. Victoire thus create the false impression that he viewed it from every imagery, on the one hand, and his false portrayal of himself as a radical artist breaking with tradition, on the other —seen in this light, of course, his inability is also affirmed.)

Untergang and Cogito have similarly investigated the history of the blacksmith family living under the Rialto bridge in Venice, which was never included by Guardi or Canaletto in their dozens of so-called “Scenes of Venice.” And the scholar Principia Femina, in her ovular study Prolegomena to a History of What Has Not Been Said, similarly redefines 1) Shakespearean tragedy (King Lear’s homosexual lover never appears outright in the play), 2) Courbet’s painting of “The Rayed Rabbit” (the abuse of a deaf mute on June 14, 1855, one mile away, does not even have iconographic mention in the work), and 3) Poc’ s “The Fall of the House of Usher,” in which, was denied by the anti-historical prejudices of white male hegemonic thought but nevertheless could be heard expressing suppressed rage in the shared communal experience of bars, bedrooms, and brothels. This much is clear and by now has been incorporated in the most progressive schools and critiques.

And now I introduce the true revolution in the revolution, for radical critique is itself subverted by the principle it seeks to undermine. Radical critique is bourgeois prejudice disguised as radical critique. In every instance (I cannot stress this too strongly), the suppressed voices now emerging once were real (children of oppressed proletarians can thank revolutionaries, if they so desire); whereas there has not yet been a revaluation of that which has not been said on behalf of that which cannot speak.

And so I say that the most subtle and yet most powerful prejudice facing the world today is Plantism, the deliberate suppression and subversion of the Otherness of plants. Indeed, the very word plant betrays the hegemonic desire to bury, to put underground, to hide from consciousness. Plantistic chauvinism, operating in the deep structure of language, thus oppresses the other by projecting onto it the very act of suppression which it employs and falsely ascribes to plants. It is we humans who speak of “planting seeds,” thus associating the word with necrophiliac burial through plantistic ideology, thus ignoring neutral, floral-free terms such as “seed embedment” and “reproductive earth-immersion.” Worse yet, plantistic language controls our very notion of causality. We speak of ideas and events “having roots,” “branching out “stemming from,” “blossoming,” etc.

Such language represents an expropriation of the legitimate and independent rights of plant processes. It lurks not only in logo Bud phallocentrism, Eurocentrism, racism, and sexism, but also in their opposites in radical theory. Quantitatively speaking, there is just as much plantistic chauvinism on the left as the right valorized among radicals as among conservatives. Plantistic language is so pernicious, so demonic that not even the most careful attention, the most heightened awareness can escape this insidious and all-pervasive prejudice.

And here I present the central thesis of all anti-plantistic thought, of which this writing it-self can only be, at best, a poor approximation of what finally must be said, for just as Africans can be the only true scholars of Africa, and only lesbians can honestly speak for lesbians, so too, every living thing is its own authority and the only organism capable of knowing who or what it is. Without any linguistic connection between humans and the floral world and standing in the existential void before the irrevocable Otherness of plants, we nevertheless proclaim the only valid theoretical principle on which scientific plant-consciousness can stand: ONLY PLANTS CAN SPEAK FOR PLANTS. Any other demand inevitably brings us back to the sources of plantistic hegemony, exemplified even in a construction as apparently plant-friendly and floraphiliac as the mystic study of plant auras, in which phallologocentrism was nevertheless at work in the attempt to penetrate the essentially unconscious and inaccessible world-spirit of plants.

The fact that botanical symbolism has been used among all the higher cultures to represent powerful life processes demonstrates the lengths to which human consciousness will go in linguistically colonizing nature for purposes of control. Expressing joy and independence beyond the most grasping, domineering ideology of human happiness, plants are the thing itself, the ding an sich of pure bliss, the oneness that humans, even the most wretched and oppressed, have attempted to expropriate in order to further their own selfish aims of projecting a lost natural innocence. Of all victimized life forms, plants have suffered the most, because they are their own paradise, their own Garden of Eden, not just once, but every day, and have the right to be left absolutely alone. EVERY GIFT OF FLOWERS, EVERY FLOWERPOT, EVERY VEGETARIAN MEAL IS AN ACT OF DEMONIC INSANITY.

Given the fact that the language of plants is alien to all forms of speech, given the Otherness of oppressed peoples, we call for the immediate abolition of all human connection with plants. This will alter the objective conditions. The liberation of women alone would receive new strength, for one of the most pernicious symbols of sexism is the 2,000 year old association of the subjugation, the tearing out of the ground, and the killing of flowers for the purpose of seducing women, as symbolized to this very day in the cult of the Valentine card and the sending of flowers by wire, not to mention the barbaric practise of giving them to sick people in hospitals, thus turning them into passive objects to be gazed upon, into slaves of plantistic fantasy.

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  • Lillith

    Ok, so this person is a fruitcake, can I say that? Or is there a manifesto about the murder of fruit and the deplorably bad housing conditions for cake?

  • Eleanor

    Tongue in cheek, or perhaps a fantasy with a serious tone. Nevertheless, he does provide an interesting point of view and reading, demonstrating that divergent opinion can spring from any-and-all sources, as in how statistics can be "interpreted" to support varying views.

  • No Dhimmi traitor

    'Looksism" – I'm assuming you mean that people are cruel to those who are "ugly?" Well, that scourge works both ways: I'm a good-looking female, and I've been mistreated because of it my entire life. Women in particular have been extremely aloof and hateful. Just one look at me, and they begin scowling. Fortunately, I'm too old to care now, but I wondered for years what the problem was.

    Being beautiful ain't all it's cracked up to be.

  • wctaqiyya

    Great manifesto. We are finally getting to the root of the matter when we realize that all other isms are but stems and seeds of plantism. I wonder though, is there no hope at all that we might ally ourselves with plants against the dark, evil forces of the single celled organism? They lie there, miles under the earth, waiting, increasing their power, until they are ready to attack, inhabit the souls of Mormons and destroy us. What must we do to convince the plants we really do like them? Or, are we doomed to serve as mere fertilizing, mulching and pruning slaves?

  • MartyG

    I want my 2 minutes back.

  • mrbean

    They are coming to take you away ho ho ho ho hee hee hee hee hah hah amd you will have a nice room with quilted walls and a jacket with long sleeves that ties in the back. And Nurse Crachet will look after you.