In Passive Plants, DJ Savarese speaks of himself as if he was a plant. As Erin stated, it is far from being a metaphor. I must admit that before reading his text, I could not begin to understand how true this was. Indeed, in the way he writes, it truly feels as if he was indeed a shrub, or as he'd really feel himself to be one.
Amongst other things, DJ Savarese's text makes one undoubtedly look back to the times we felt out of place, at the times when we found we did not fit in, at everytime we felt like we were some kind of fruit or vegetable whereas everyone else was an animal. The impression of feeling passive while everyone else is actively moving about in their lives. The 'metaphor' of course does not transmit the same might than Savarese's, however, my general feeling remains somewhat the same, although obviously different.
Reading Passive Plants made me feel as if I was in a sense going on a trip in a stranger's mind, in someone else's head, and it definitely made for one of the most honest reads I had in a long time. Needless to say, it was indeed quite moving to know about his struggles and what I would call somewhat of an eventual victory against the established academic order.
I did not get to attend the class during which Savarese was present, however, which made me quite sad, because I wish I had the opportunity to understand better how he lived and communicated. However, his text made for a very gripping incursion and introduction to his words.
Amongst other things, DJ Savarese's text makes one undoubtedly look back to the times we felt out of place, at the times when we found we did not fit in, at everytime we felt like we were some kind of fruit or vegetable whereas everyone else was an animal. The impression of feeling passive while everyone else is actively moving about in their lives. The 'metaphor' of course does not transmit the same might than Savarese's, however, my general feeling remains somewhat the same, although obviously different.
Reading Passive Plants made me feel as if I was in a sense going on a trip in a stranger's mind, in someone else's head, and it definitely made for one of the most honest reads I had in a long time. Needless to say, it was indeed quite moving to know about his struggles and what I would call somewhat of an eventual victory against the established academic order.
I did not get to attend the class during which Savarese was present, however, which made me quite sad, because I wish I had the opportunity to understand better how he lived and communicated. However, his text made for a very gripping incursion and introduction to his words.
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