We take notice of the recent blooming of a corpse flower at the national botanical gardens in Washington DC. A roaming correspondent informs us that the flower’s distinctive stench has already dissipated, having served its function to lure pollinators into the fold like — well, like flies to a corpse.
OH, SO THAT’S WHAT A METAPHOR LOOKS LIKE
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This particular Amorphophallus titanum last bloomed in 2007; rumor has it that Donald Rumsfeld visited the garden and classified the blooming corpse as an unknown known.
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FUNERAL CORSAGE
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One might imagine the garden visitor experiencing difficulty in picking out the fetid reek of Titan Arum from the capital’s broadly endemic stink; that foul and all-encompassing smog released by immeasurable heaps of rotting and rotten language, left from every level of its use.
Of course, corrupt language serves a very useful function for those exercising power. As expressed by W.H. Auden during his 1972 interview with Michael Newman of The Paris Review: 
In principle, it may be the poet’s role to protect and sustain the sacredness of language, yet Auden also well perceived how few poets were willing to accept the role, when other choices promised a more fragrant future.
Here at DP, the graveolent condition of language has become too persistent and widespread to terrify us anymore. No, what terrifies us is that nobody gives a mucid fig about it, least of all those for whom language is supposed to be “sacred”.
Elsewhere in The Paris Review interview, Auden mentions another useful (and long-discarded) role for poets and artists: to discern the truth, whether about flowers or corpses.
The reference to Thomas Paine moved us to search for the original contextual source, yet while the approximate quote appears everywhere on the internet, attributed to Paine, we have been unable to trace the mother text.
During our own darkening time of crisis here in America, we see throngs of sunshine patriots and summer soldiers, and a sad paucity of those willing to take a stand in defense of individuals like Edward Snowden who have risked everything to protect our country against its government. Most of us seem all too willing — eager, even — to renounce reason and to believe the vacant blather issued forth from the organs of Pacification & Hogwash.
Protections against the “machine” of “national security” requires a clear ethical detachment that supports the embodied self, while also supporting an individual capacity for empathy, a quality that appears to be totally absent within the regime of Guantanamo indefinite detention.
Desperado Philosophy 