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  1. quiet regular

    thank-you, friend D

  2. David Harmon

    I like the bamboo-laden “Bug” — a bit of a reversal there.

    As I understand it, bamboo in America is quite a nasty invasive — not only does is spread by underground runners, but if you try to pull it out, it’s liable to splinter into nasty shards. (As opposed to cutting the stalks at the base, which lets you harvest it without really trying to kill the plant.)


  3. That’s true, but there’s also a native species called cane that once formed vast canebrakes, an ecosystem now as endangered as native tallgrass prairie. Many areas now dominated by the invasive phragmites were probably once canebrakes (or so my friend L. speculates).

    The bamboo species in these photos is a non-native, and threatens some electric lines in the village of Lemont, PA – whence all the trimmings.

  4. David Harmon

    Re: canebreaks: yeah, we’ve really done a number on our coastal ecosystems. :-(

    At least bamboo is pretty useful stuff. Too bad there isn’t a real effort to feed invasive bamboo into the industrial pipelines.


  5. “As I understand it, bamboo in America is quite a nasty invasive — not only does is spread by underground runners…”

    There are lots of non-invasive types of bamboo in the genera Bambusa, Fargesia, and others.

  6. Bill

    Very interesting about cane, and canebrakes. I hadn’t known in the past they were so abundant in Missouri, that they were possessed of their own communities of fauna, that the Bachman’s warbler has perished from their lack, that the Swainson’s barely survives them. The past is so hidden from view, but there are signs of it. I’ve come across flourishing brakes growing in abandoned pastures along the St. Francis river on government land bought from farmers not that long ago. I wonder if the land hadn’t been purchased because of its propensity to grow cane. The thickets are, well, thick. Intimidatingly so. To make my way to the river I was forced to go below ground level in a blindly essing gully. Alone, I grew fearful.

    From a boat on the river I’ve seen otters issue from the fringe of a brake and disappear back into it. Walking on the land-side of a canebrake where a rocky hillside and impassible cane pinch possible routes into a thin neck, I happened on earthen circle with shrubs roughly polled by the gnawing of a coyote left for days in a foot trap. For sure they’re their own kind of wilderness, a wasteland really, and, for the moment, I’ve lost my nerve to revisit them on my own.

    http://mdc.mo.gov/conmag/2002/10/30.htm

  7. mykle

    why it always say bamboo grows


    1. I think Hagiwara was trying to sound obsessive, even horrified. Remember, he was very influenced by Edgar Allen Poe.

  8. rifqi anu

    what are the inportant mandates.
    thanks

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