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7.10.17

Monbiot on Meat/ Permaculture/ Community Farms/ Housing design/ Radical Education/ Land Reform

'Farming animals is as unsustainable as mining coal.
By George Monbiot, published in the Guardian 4th October 2017
What will future generations, looking back on our age, see as its monstrosities? We think of slavery, the subjugation of women, judicial torture, the murder of heretics, imperial conquest and genocide, the First World War and the rise of fascism, and ask ourselves how people could have failed to see the horror of what they did. What madness of our times will revolt our descendants?
There are plenty to choose from. But one of them, I believe, will be the mass incarceration of animals, to enable us to eat their flesh or eggs or drink their milk. While we call ourselves animal lovers, and lavish kindness on our dogs and cats, we inflict brutal deprivations on billions of animals, that are just as capable of suffering. The hypocrisy is so rank that future generations will marvel at how we could have failed to see it.'
My own view is that Monbiot and the Vegan horde are always less than persuasive when talking about meat consumption.  They come across as hysterical, utterly self-righteous and as self-flagellating as ancient Christian pilgrims.
Monbiot states he can tell no difference between chicken and Quorn!  Enough said really.
Modern industrial farming is a wicked problem.  It will need multi-factorial solutions.  It will affect numerous stakeholders.  It cannot be resolved by simply removing sheep and cattle from the land.  Certainly not by wholescale re-wilding.
Personally I look to permaculture and radical organic farming utilised around complete recycling of every element with the very highest welfare standards applied.  What is the most productive land under cultivation in the UK and probably anywhere else?  It is abundantly clear that it is the vegetable plots which you will find in almost every community.  I will seek out any statistical information that might be available on production from these plots.  Certainly when I walked around my son's plot in Norwich, not only was there a real sense of beauty and peace in the heart of the city but production levels of food of the very highest quality were explosive.
The Victorians brought such smallscale production to incredible levels of competence in the walled garden plots of the large country homes of the period and developed storage methodologies almost miraculous in maintaining food in a fresh usable condition through the winter and into spring.
Immediate solutions:
1)  Include community gardening elements in every new building development with the replacement of lawns with productive soil plots and including water harvesting, wind power collection and solar power with recycling of all materials back through the system.  Create a Community food production culture!  Every housing estate should be re-designed to include a community food gardening hub.  Expect to see chickens wandering around!  Keep vehicles well away from the community area.  Include large geodesic greenhouses with pleasant seating and year round picnic areas.  Include fish tanks.
2)  Redistribute the land.  The current allocation of millions of acres to a few rich families and individuals is a hangover from the enclosures of the middle ages-basically theft of the land by the barons!  A limit on farm size and acreage needs to be established.
3)  Release substantial areas of land back to wilderness and include some of the very best forestry practices to establish the beginnings of old growth forest as well as returning some land to nature without interference form humans.
4)  Restrict access to areas of outstanding natural beauty to those who can walk in or cycle.  This includes electric bicycles but not electric cars.  The exception is for the elderly and disabled who should naturally have full access to everywhere.
5)  Introduce permaculture and food production into every curriculum in every educational establishment.  It should be central to learning along with the responsibilities of citizenship/health and healthy relationships/sexual relationships and identity/ Botany/ Biology/ Low impact building/ Meditation/ Self-defence/ Bushcraft/ Outdoor Pursuits/ Maritime skills including fishing/ Maintenance of your bicycle.
This is, of course, a curriculum which values human beings.  The present division between a small percentage of highly educated private school children introduced to the levers of power, against the majority of children introduced to a mindless useless collection of mostly meaningless knowledge preparing them for a future of debt and zero-hours contracts.  Modern industrial education is an unhappy place.
So what do we need?  Just a revolution in our thinking!
Simples!!!  Innit!!!


17.9.17

A SONNET FOR SUNDAY

SONNET FOR SAMUEL  February 2006


You came today full-formed; all gear well made.
The hands upon you first were Little Jo’s,
she kindly whispered ‘welcome to the world.’
Birthed in warm bath water, aquarian babe.
Eight pounds nine when they have had you weighed!
At  2.05pm you so bravely burst your bonds.
From the waters to sing your own life’s songs.
‘L’Enfance du Christ’ played as I cut the cord.
I stare at the swirl of you, awash with tears.
Your tiny hands conduct the music of the spheres.
The spirit of tigers lies beneath that breast
on which you lie and then begin to feed.
From me you’ll get a heart wild as the wolf’s howl.
From her-beauty, and all the guts you’ll ever need.

12.9.17

I didn't realise the refugee was me

Revelation at Pontins EASTER SUNDAY 2002

I thought I was hurt in my pride only,
Forgetting that,
When you plunge your hand in freezing water,
You feel
A bangle of ice round your wrist
Before the whole hand goes numb

Norman Maccaig  ‘Sounds of the Day’


The past?   It’s a frozen, foreign land.
A labyrinth of tourmaline-a dream
of black horses flowing out to sea.

Breaking the chains of memory
that tie us to the static of the land

The past?  It is a strange and twisted tongue.
I cannot bend these chords to utter it!
Cannot find a rhythm in the rime.

While fools found gold in crystal streams,
 I rooted, ankle deep in mud, braying:
 Who are you? 
Why are you here?

The past?  That coldly calculated joke.
Those idiots fell about the place side-splitted,
While I looked for help,
for meaning,
for a sign.

Not that I didn’t understand.
But that I would never understand.
Because...
I seemed to be a stranger there.
Something foreign.
I didn’t know the refugee was me!

The past?  It is shapeless, blind, a mute place.
No road maps or strangers passing with news.
The very idea seems cruel!  This loss.

And is it not cruel, this vile thing
set loose around the houses?  This abuse
of heart-skewering fear.

The nightsounds were lonely in the vale.
The clouds mere smoke-rings of obliterated joy.
Oh these losings of familiar things!

These losings of familiar things.
These tales of the three rings.
And the first...shall be:  Who knows?

I did not realise the refugee was me.