"Aesthetics of the earth? In the starving dust of Africa? In the mud of flooded Asia? In epidemics, hidden exploitations, flies buzzing on the skeleton skins of children? In the frozen silence of the Andes? In the rains uprooting favelas and shanty towns? In the rubble and undergrowth of the Bantustans? In the flowers around the neck, and the ukuleles? In the mud shacks crowning the gold mines? In the drains of cities? In the ravaged aboriginal wind? In the red-light districts? In the intoxication of blind consumption? In the vice? The hut? The night without light? Yes. But aesthetics of upheaval and intrusion. Finding equivalents of fever for the idea "environment" (which for my part I call entour), for the idea "ecology", which seem so idle in these landscapes of desolation. Imagine the forces of noise and sweet syrup for the idea of ​​love of the earth, which is so derisory or which often founds such sectarian intolerances." Édouard Glissant.