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Notes toward an Arboreal Anthropology

1: Herman Melville, from a letter to Hawthorne:

This “all” feeling, though, there is some truth in it.  You must often have felt it, lying on the grass on a warm summer’s day.  Your legs seem to send out shoots into the earth.  Your hair feels like leaves upon your head.

2. Giuseppe Arcimboldo’s Winter:

Arcimboldo's Winter

3: Jean Giono, Joy of Man’s Desiring:

They say that man is made of cells and blood.  But in fact he is like foliage: not pressed together in a mass, but composed of separate images like the leaves on the branches of the trees and through which the wind must pass in order to sing.

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