One of the most important questions, to my mind, that Timothy Morton asks in The Ecological Thought is "What if, finally, Nature as such, the idea of a radical outside to the social system, was a capitalist fantasy, even precisely the capitalist fantasy?"

Reading that bit I'm reminded of when I was a fellow at Djerassi and the powers that be rejected my proposal to paint the following poem on an asphalt path that connected the writers' house and the artists' barn:

NA
TU
RE
SC
AR
ES
ME

It was too irreverent, apparently, to be semi-permanently affixed to the premises. So I wrote it large in sidewalk chalk.

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