"A good soldier never dies..."

Dear Toby,

Oh dear Toby,are you trying to be mysterious again? DON'T!You have taken liberties son,you have duties as yet undischarged.Have you got problems that you would like to discuss with a view to some kind of amicable familial reconciliation ? I know I have.
We will be taking delivery of twenty tonnes of stone today,from the quarry in St.Just.
My knees are breaking at the mere thought of moving the mountain up the hill. It must all be done manually. Roolz Iz Roolz. It iz going to be most interesting. I reckon the world deserves better than to be led up a virtual garden path by idle internaught gamers.I am speaking specifically to you, If you can call this speaking.
Marie Therese took Anne-So and I shopping this week, she insisted we accept a bed as a wedding /Christmas present. It has a seven foot long mattress,really firm no springs,natural latex.More comfort than I have had in thirteen years. There are parts of me that haven't been allowed to rest properly since long before my separation. If I was to give this house a definitive identity,I would call it a hobo's rest. As I am on the last leg of a long journey, working and learning.,the destination not yet visibly evident, the round house bothie will be the place I will finally come home to at journey's end.
I prepare the infrastructure for a long and creative sustainable life ahead. Link to this on your Blog and on Facebook if you will,The resultant ripples will be worth observing. They haven't yet scraped the wrapper off the world of work that is coming. The paths that lead from our journey's end,then will present in perspective easier routes to what I regard as my Last Worlder reality. Post Armageddon Rennaissance.
I have been as good as my word so far. You can't do this if you locked into a static system. Cash dependency is too great.My lot haven't come home truly since the British adventure in India ,the integrated intelligence acrued by the mixing of cultures in that time,needs somewhere to go. Locking this independant movement out of your family home leaves you stranded by your own misguided action at the marginal fringe of the commercial market place without a viable long term product. Up the creek without a paddle and ripe for exploitation.
We watched the stone being loaded on the trailer. Fifteen cubic metres of mixed unwashed rejects,containing several metres of marl clay. sixty five euros, ninety for transport. very useful stuff, most economic. A real pity son that there was so much opposition and resistance to my way of living in your family. With me living and working in my domestic economy. My little firm could have ticked over supporting us nominally until recession broke. You didn't regard me as an asset even whilst I was busy working those long hours in your family's service. So little respect for the workingman who goes ahead of you with no sustainable life support left to those who follow you on.What do you mean by generational progess,in the context of your individual lifespan. Where is the growing mark of permanence.
I took a look at your blog to try ands keep up with your"developments". I was disappointed with what I found. You are wasting valuable time Toby.
I care a lot about both you and your sister.A fat lot of positive good its done.I hope you have plenty of well coordinated cover stories on hand.To account for my presence. How come you still claim to be a student, thats a bit devious,no? You were insisting when you were putting on the agony to stay in your rent free co-habitation with your mother, (a real sugar mom she must be to you to let her big baby get away with doing so little,)You bragged about how you would get a first,with the implication that it wouldnt even take much work. Your voice over was pure shite Toby.You need directing son .Why publicise bad work. Destroy it.It takes the piss.Set your visible standard higher or it will drag you down.
So did you pass? I had to send you back to your course twice,so you wouldn't use us again as some kind of optional skive.You totally trashed what would have been a tidy resolution to your parent's settlement.my only window of proper opportunityfor a while.Sabotaged in your own self serving interest.
I insist that you open some useful channel of discrete communication that familial problems outstanding can be resolved. You owe Toby.
FAMILY MATTERS.Family matters will have to be brought to notice. Whenever I feel the urge to talk about matters of concern.I will publish open letters It could get embarrassing. You may bluff your play pals in trivia land for a while,you all do that to each other in group massage. You are a gross under acheiver son,through willful idleness alone, It is shameful. If your family don't act in moral conscience. It will be noticed. Regarding your statement that you are" being good" You are only as good as your family's principle core values. As the threesome estranged itself from mine, calling itself "The Family" Exclusive of the dad."Don't tell dad" is still the order of the day. Having done a little intel gathering amongst your decadent peer group, they too seem to be just hanging around like vultures for their parents legacy before they get off their artistic backsides and work(function) properly,If ever they do.
I be playing "Blues for Emma" over Christmas. We have been invited to Marie Therese's home for a large family gathering. I will not be there. Anne-So will enjoy, there is no slight. I will make a teething spoon for the youngest of the Douins,Gael. He is bright as a button. Im becoming a broody man.I will stay on my own patch and toot my flute. If I can make a recording on the day and post it I will.Weeping with sincerity in every note.
Another matter Toby, I will be turning over the subject of non cognitive behaviour amongst other observable non drug or alcohol induced mental impairments. "The normalcy of group psychosis," and "Outing the devil".I do hope you people aren't feeling too sensitive.How the Devil are you anyway? And the man fromTir Na Nog?How iz he. Which bits of the real life are you struggling with son. I would be glad to talk in person if you need. I will air my concerns by talking to the Wall,On the Arsebook anti social network if I have to. Or not,just something to type, perhaps. It is worth thinking about.
Come to think of it... The voice over stuff,was about as credible as Neil Kinnock's election victory celebration.Love ,your sweet darling appreciative hard working and honest,not so "fucking sad old twat of a dad".Give your sister a hug from me.Nothing like the real McCoy, It'll just have to bloody do,iz all.Encourage Emma to write. If she made a habit I am sure she'd get the benefit. She only dislikes red pepper if she knows she is eating it.

Woods up with Iznibz?

Another load of wood to stack in the store room.Altogether a two year supply for our little stove. We also have a ton or two in the yard and in the garden. If you are passing by this winter, drop in and get warm we can afford to be generous with our frugal hospitality.
I have just brought in ten kilos more tomatoes. Some for bottling some for the freezer. Plenty to come for salad.We had to remove alot of plants that had succumbed to a brown fungal infection, I will burn the plants at my first opportunity.The ground that they vacated iz now redug and moved further out and up from the circle and replanted with romanesco cauliflower and leeks, I have cleared enough space to accommodate the foundations of the roundhouse wall. It will be keyed in to the schist rock , a channel will be dug and shingle layed down to bench in the base stones. The schist ridge iz not level, the footings will be.
Many litres of chutney got made in short order this week, the green tomatoes salvaged from the infected plants are put to good use. No damaged fruit gets used,merely unripe.They will be stashed with the jars of strawberry and blackberry conserve already put away in a dark cupboard.Sauerkraut and pickled beetroot are also in store.
The several varieties of beanz sown a couple of weeks ago are now flourishing plants, The anticipated crop iz destined to be stored dry, the best seeds will be reserved for next years sowing.
Clubroot,aphids and a strange canker are attacking our brassicas,to overcome a total crop failure we planted up many small isolated patches.Ground that has failed to support a crop can then be identified and regenerated, we will have sufficient brocolli, Brussel sprouts and cabbage to meet our needs. Surplus will be given away.
Anne Sophie has built a compost box which is filling rapidly, most of the weeds I clear are used to mulch once they are dry,they can then insulate the ground and help conserve water.
There is no let up in my enthusiziasm,we appear to be "on track" , predictably so, in every small endeavour we undertake, success inspires success. My poor mortal coil, aches in a new place every day.Continually varying work never allows any part of the body to become too comfortable.We are not home yet,but content we are with the daily progress.Iznibz Wazir.

Iznibz lives in a world of iz own...

" ARMTHORPE! "

I play bodhran, An Irish drum beaten with a single stick.I love it, if they knew what a buzz could be had,they would ban it. I was playing in the street at the Ballina Flaedh, a music festival, some years ago, the town was teaming with people from all over the world.Unplugged , it is hard to hear acoustic music over the background noise in the street, I was grateful for an accommodating archway to amplify my sound.The arch lead from the street to a small courtyard, the seething crowd ,in a high state of merriment, passed by on only one side, an ideal pitch. As I played my drum,a crowd gathered round the entrance to the arch, eventually blocking the street completely. In the last days of the Irish Punt, A lovely coin,a thing with a ring when they threw their money down,and throw it down they did with much enthusiasm. On reaching climactic crescendo, the crowd whooped and cheered. A tidy man in lightweight "holiday tweeds", a silver bearded fellow who had stood in the front row of onlookers fairly inanimately throughout the performance, suddenly bellowed the word, "ARMTHORPE! " I had stopped playing,the street was moving again. I approached him with some curiosity,he stood his ground, not appearing to want to move on,he looked happy enough. I asked him what had caused him to shout "Armthorpe". The man told me he didn't have a clue, I asked if he knew the place at all.To which he remarked that he had until he had shouted out the word, never heard of it ever in his living memory. He had no explanation as to why he was so moved.
Armthorpe is an ex mining village in Yorkshire,England. The colliery, Markham Main once employed my father and until its' closing also employed my youngest brother. I had left the region some thirty odd years previously as a teenager,I was not a happy child during my upbringing there. I had no contact with anyone from there for many years.
Hearing the word came like a thunderbolt. Offering no conclusive judgement on the implications of an otherwise unremarkable incident,the man doffed his hat said happy goodbyes and walked away into the festival crowd.What happened there?My curiosity leads me down many avenues of conjecture,implausable, improbable and impossible.
If anyone out there,reading this has a rational explanation of what may have transpired I would be glad to receive comment.The mystery remains.

IZ STACKED...!

Stone Journey...

In need of many more tonnes of stone, the space iz getting organized in preparation for construction. All stones graded and sorted by shape and size, placed accessibly close to where they will be needed.Sketching with stones rather than applying pencil to paper iz more practical , it offers an internal overview of the serving infrastructure.
The context of a bespoke domain,must fit the life that it iz designed to support.The function of the infrastructure must not over ride the needs of environmental base.
I have just been stacking next years firewood. we now have many oak saplings being raised in the garden, for replanting later. A small harvest of hazelnuts will produce some dozens of plants for regenerating the utility woodland, some for hedging around the field as well as providing a modest feast of good sweet nuts.
Five kilos of beautiful tomatoes are added to the five already waiting to be bottled or frozen, some of the cuttings salvaged from the spring pruning are also now bearing fruit. peach stones from fruit eaten last year are now delicate little trees,between one and three feet high,no bug damage,every leaf perfect.
Ground has been prepared in anticipation for expanding the strawberry bed. Small batches of conserve get made between sessions of tomatoes, filling the kitchen with a divine perfume.
The story of the stones continues,many images will appear on the Flickr photostream.
The coco bean photo story celebrating a wonderfully productive vegetable will also be posted.
I can't imagine that this blog will ever get read by anyone.I'm not pushing it. It's a long term project. Mudskool iz a growing reality. The pioneering ground breaking iz heavy
work.Slow but steady forward. Resources accumulate ahead of the construction. I long to leave this modernised dwelling behind. It iz most inefficient for use of energy and comfort.The traditional charm of the original building has been rationalised and straightened out. Sacrificing comfort for sterile convenience meks no sense to me.
The roundhouse iz to be my escape vehicle to a permanent state of sustainable development. The Izdom of Iz.
While you are watching this space the future has already happened. It iz unplugged.
You will no doubt eventually get a Google view of the goings on here, I will ensure for your edification and delight that the pictures will be most elegant.
This blog iz just an exhaust portal from the on going Izziness.Don't hold your breath for too long.Go outside, breath some fresh air,stretch your working muscles and perhaps get your fingernails dirty.You could roll a menhir around your garden or take one for a long walk, a small menhir would serve. I will move some stones today,I will finish stacking the wood.I'll dance with my hoe for an hour or two,heavy weeding on the haie.

Iz boots...

Crisis in the Izdom of Iz. The pride and joy of Iznibz's feet, iz size thirteen Argyll wellies, are failing after not six months of active use. It has to be a manufacturing fault. The seams don't overlap, the boot is being held together by the fabric lining at the moment. The crisis comes as a result of they being my only footwear. Unwaged but fully immersed in my work, I wasn't planning on taking time out to hustle for replacement kit. On a bad day they look like they'ed out live me, at the very least they should have lasted the life of the job. I don't believe the wearing out (breaking down) iz caused by my working uncommonly hard, I have always worked uncommonly hard,quite a large proportion of the time in wellington boots. Argylls wuz famous for "doing the do", Like Iznibz duz, with little complaint from the inland navigators. Chance that I can get them replaced without the formality of sending them back, they may not be waterproof now but the soles are still valued protection against shards of schist rock.
I have taken a photo that seems (?) to illustrate well the point of complaint.I just can't afford to be without working feet for the week or so that it would take for a replacement to be returned. My dilemna.It looks painful for me no matter what I do, by standard procedure. The discomfort, the nuisance and expense, not to say the disappointment after much product loyalty,will have to be borne by me.I hope the Hunter Boot Company will exercise a little humane initiative on this one, damage limitation being the object.
This was to be a combination of stone journey news, they are moving, earthworks progress and a vegged out praise singing of the seasons bounty so far in the garden.
I will do a bit more outside first. Oh Luck, It is raining, quite heavily too.Leaking wellies iz a most insecure feeling. I'll be coming in soon then.
A man, reluctant to work iz easily prejudged to be lazy, few would think to blame iz wellies. I'm resolved to return to barefoot gardening once the heavy work iz done.

Bladderack.

I will be making more piles like this strategically about the garden. The seaweed will desalinate in the rain, it sits on a layer of sand covering the schist. The stone ring separates the soil from the salt. The ground slopes upwards from the circle centre. A large doughnut of cultivated earth surrounds A healthy plate full of holistic nourishment. A perfect soil conditioner, balanced mineral and trace element, the best iodine source.Helps hold water in fast draining ground. "It iz essential." Sez Iznibz. So it iz.What's good for the soil iz good for the cabbage iz good for the man.
Iodized cabbage, number one in cancer prevention and an aid to iron absorbtion.

Carnac.

To the coast to collect seaweed,for the garden.Visited the alignment. I was surprised by a gentian, I shouldn't have been.

We will take larger containers next time.

What means this? This means this.

Gentian.

Iz in...

Light up the darkness...

IT"S RAINING...

Transplanted some purple sprouting broccoli, they look lush, I watered them in well. The coco beans are germinating fast. the first batch are just turning, the leaves going yellow. Beautiful speckled red pods beans fattening up inside. They will freeze or store dry and make cold winters feel good.
Had a visit from a curious little green alien yesterday it didn't stay long,I got a good photo, Anne-So got three.
Last years tomatoes and aubergines was a disaster,colorado beetle and blight.
This year iz treemendous.Our first aubergines are just setting, Many kilos of tomatoes, the picking season has just begun. We will be preparing beans for the freezer and for bottling this evening. I'll put a couple of tunes on the Strictly Kitchen collection. Plums and a gurkin will do nicely as labels. But you don't want to hear about that.
Blessed rain, Ive carried four or five bowsers of water across the field so far,two watering cans at a time,I stood in the downpour for half an hour just enjoying. the ground looks like chocolate cake when it's wet.
Anne-So iz weaving upstairs. It's been worse.
Have you been outside today? Your missing out.

Further from Rome, Nearer to Home

" Can't be wasting our time blaming. Things got bust, that's all, and we're here to fix it.We seem bigger now, happen it's all a matter of relative perception. The's them az does and them az talks.Think what you like and how you may,that lip waggliing, when push comes to shove couldn't move a rock nor plant a tree." Iz speaks.
" Some of us woke up early, each in their time.You 'd be well to try it, we'd get more done between us and less need for blaming after. Eating iz what we do best with our mouths. Feed your head by all means but chew your food slowly for greater understanding. You learn nothing by swallering whole every morsel az iz thrown to you.They wouldn't eat the stuff they throw to you,youth. better off you would be with an aching hunger in your belly. Don't be tempted to lick the spit of another mans hand no matter how delicious his offer may seem.He eats the chocolate off the biscuits before he shares his fortune with others. Come home hungry,come home healthy. Don't be consumed by indulgent toxic pleasure. Intoxicated bewilderness iz not a right state of mind.Man and iz big meaningless ways broke our world continuum, our duty iz to re-establish our rightful domain, where all things mek one great big sense without contradiction or conditional opposition.Elemental, transtemporal equilibrium. We're here to redress the balance, we duz the do. Stay true to causal Nature and it will act in accord with you. Happen then you'd be more agreeable to me."
" The Elemental Gospel was never written down, nor was it ever bound by words nor crystalline imaginings.Principle endures without subscription, serves without distinction, supports us without deference to rank or wealth. We are guided in our mortality by the light that casts no shadow. So if your not here to move the earth to Sanctuary ground, I reckon I'll have to take the whole initiative meself. The earth needs be brought back home to safety, Gaffer's duty to do the do ,whether there's help and cooperation or not, I'm getting on with it."
There iz no choice in Iznibz's world, The choiceless executive option, Iz picks, "IZ KNOWS BEST." Happen he would, he iz the Gaffer, and he does the do. By primal principle most singular. "Typing iz wuss than talk." Sez Iznibz.

Order out of Chaos...

Moronizmusic to come...

Three out of the first five Strictly Kitchen recordings stashed in Iznibz Wazir's Vox Blog.
When I have five I will transfer them as a collection to the Internet archive,then back here with a little player.
Strictly Kitchen iz a notebook sampler. Rough and ready, No frills package. A coolectable progress. Favourites will be developed into albums. Performance iz the point. Strictly Kitchen Iz a genre, a rag bag of styles and techniques. You will only get Ruff Notes for a while yet, Iz Tryin Toonz, occassionally very tryin toonz. I make no apology for how it iz.
Iz evolving melodies are heading home, az iz Iz. These bits and pieces will make more sense in the context of an appropriate venue.The roundhouse will provide the natural environment for the man and the music, you might even care to visit and take tea in person, yourself one day.
I have a hope that a raggedy man's music at least will be welcomed in to your kitchen, or wherever you keep the comfy seats in your home. Iznibz and Izmusic have spent a long time out in the cold.They will need to unwind for a while yet.
The Bodhran Collection will furnish a way to giving tutorials. There will be facilities for making bodhrans here soon enough, good things take time.I will fill the bucket, half a penny at a time. This iz moron a warning than a preview.Liking iz optional. Wait and see or sniff around with the clues you have for a listen.You could even try forcing your family and friends to listen, Punishment or Pleasure, only you can chooz. Iznibz has no option."The Doing iz All"
Iz's making good progress in every direction at once, his postings collection will eventually become a browser's paradise. Iznibz Wazir , Oblivion's Own invites you to keep in touch, look out of the window occasionally, focus on the details of a tree or count the number of species of grass there may be in a square metre of dirt.Or just measure how far you can stretch your chewing gum. Stay interested. With Izthanx.

Iz Ranting...

This picture will be used to title the platform of Iznibz sounding off on all manner of iz discontents.
The photographer took the opportunity whilst missing the point that was being passionately reasoned. he did well for his part , for that I thank him.
Iznibz has found a more efficient means of communication. A lone frustrated voice,shouting in the wilderness, no less passionate now,for having found quieter ways.This image will become a Link icon to articles in other blogs and discussion fora.
Iz really me folks!

Return the water to the Earth...

Return the water to the Earth , or the earth will return to the water. Rainwater is fresh intelligence to our plants. A well that is fed from the industrially compromised surface water, the uncontrolled run of from adjoining fields, will be nothing but a source of concern. We have little influence over the undue effluent produced seasonally by commercial agriculture, all we may do is filter the ingress of potential contamination and redress the imbalance. Fast tracking the deluge from the neighbouring fields , could produce an overload of the infrastructure further down the slope. I must slow the stream of water down.
This region , I am told loses on average 50mm. of mineral a year. Major culprits are fields expanded to accommodate large combination prairie machines, at the expense of hedgerows and old watercourses.It is a whole subject that will be returned to.
My border gullies are stepped and dog toothed to catch the fines of mineral particles depositted with every rain. The border gullies will be turned into deep stepped soakaways eventually. First line of defence against contamination of homeland water is utility hedges. To these matters we are attending.
All rainwater goods will direct collected water from the roof of the bothie, into covered tanks for surface arrossage and potting. Excessive overspill will be absorbed into shallow soakaways acting as a network of conduits that feed a small well at the bottom of the gradient. Where ever possible the topography of the raised beds will encourage the surface water to be retained long enough to be absorbed by the soil. Each distinct bed will contain an independant core of "clean" rainwater, topped up by "clean" homeland wellwater. All composting , en masse , will be done at the margins.Hazels , damsons, eglantine, auberpine and shrubs useful for tissage.These will make good of the liquors given off by the decomposing compost piles. The hedge is essential, a protector and provider, economic supporter and a good common social interface with adjoining land.To these matters we are attending.
The permanent walkways provide easy access for pedestrian, and a proscribed route for heavy traffic (the wheelbarrow ), avoiding steps. The surface of sand and pebbles will ensure fast drainage directly into the schist substrate. A cleanwater source that needs to be absorbed and channeled quickly to where it may be contained. Exposing the schist bedrock is almost complete. start again in autumn. the growing season takes precedent at the moment.
I now prepare my site for the construction of the walls, the timber posts and the first load of stone is accessible,We have some sand , the lime is yet to come. I had better not get too excited. My level and stringline has been found as well as a twenty metre measuring tape, such synchronisity, Matters iz gathering momentum.Ongoing Iz.

Iz Beezy...

Hey chaps! The world IZ round.

IZBINZ IZAPPY

Beans from the Izdom of Iz

Oooh...

Aaaah...

Az Iz sed, iz troo...

c'est normal non!

A few for the stew...

Iz grumpy,

None of the electronic media is really fit for the purpose of promoting my work. Bits and pieces in various blogs doesn't even give a rough sketch. Having real people here who can relate through work is what' s needed. We are a long way from there.
The roundhouse will be my workshop. A crafty place where I might make a chair,a table or a full sized loom for Anne-Sophie to work on. A fire place fit to both cook or bash a piece of steel into useful tool. A place to turn osier into baskets.Stone, wood, wattle and daub. shale, schist and a shingle roof.A place fit for feasting in the round, a place to give hospitality in a more charming way than the modern idiom will allow. Izzit going to happen? On half a minimum wage between two, it will be a miracle, but it will be.We do nothing else but work on IT.My blog is not loading my photos for posting at present,you get this small pile of legowriting instead. My apologies. Iznibz.

Darkness fails to obscure...

Stone inverted equals space.

To hoe and dig ,and plant and sow. As far from Rome as I may Go. Never more to wander.

Toward the Fabled Realm.

The alien craft carries its provisions on its journey forward. Avoiding the supermarket on the way. No food miles conserves time and energy better deployed regenerating the ecological infrastructure.Feed the earth, increase biodiversity. Optimise life support.

The No shopping list grows as does the value of our meagre income, proportionally.

Lettuce, Haricot beans, Osier for baskets,Peas, Shallots, Onions, Carrots, Potatoes, Frise endive, Sweetcorn, Coco beans, Strawberries, Cassis, Tomatoes, Aubergine, Courgettes, Melons, Patisson squash, Cucumber, Runnerbeans, Celery, Celeriac, Parsnips, Cabbage,Sprouts,Cauliflower, Leeks, Topinambour, Beetroot, Swede, Potatoes, Firewood and Flowers.

Y IZ DUZ...

Every time I look up it's there,all paths leading to a pile of stones , that will be the crown of the garden domain.The place of new beginnings, the place of our renewal. Home.

Naturalising...

One year of growing. It was the biggest and the best,I can't deny it it's moment of glory.Cascading blue, untidily in every direction.Out living most of this years lettuce.There will be a small forest of seedlings left behind, once the parent has gone. Until then it protects the nursery territory with mottled shade , creating its own ambient microclimate.
The safest place a child may grow is by the parents side.

In Roads Out...

One road at least. A mud road that joins the minds path. It rises to my foot. Elevated, I carry it forward.

That Night...

A number of times...

We've been told, "You could come and work in our garden, We'll give you food, we could learn a lot from you."
They'd learn sod all and we would have grown the food they gave us.
They won't cultivate the good earth if they waste precious time attempting to cultivate naive and gullible servants and slaves.We can survive well without dependency on that kind of friendship. We laughed. Good job we remembered the secret to our lasting salvation,no rice Christians we.What izzit?

"KEEP MOVING, You gotta do the do yerself." Sez Iznibz.

ONIONS...

AS BIG AS IZ FIST.

HUMANE BEANS...

BEANZ, BEANZ, BEANZ, BEANZ, BEANZ,
BEANZ, BEANZ, BEANZ, BEANZ, BEANZ,
BEANZ, BEANZ, BEANZ, BEANZ, BEANZ.

Green thumbs and a pile of mud.

Digging it!

THE SPADE THAT WAS ONCE BROKEN IS NOW MENDED.

To be a worthy master...

I must do the work myself.
One is not ambitious to be the master of men. Modestly one may on rare occasion inspire others, an incidental by product of well executed work. It is towards the mastery of the craft of my calling that all paths of my journeying converge." There be not a name for this, doesn't mean it don't exist."
Ways forward must lead somewhere. Between here and there iz a mighty distance, though I may see it's haze hovering above the horizon. " All roads to Heaven come from Hell." " Body and soul going in the same direction.Best not be aburden on each other the journey will be hard enough, I have a mind to work in their assistance." So sez Iznibz.

What can he show me of what he knows? " What would anyone understand,to see any of what I've learned?" " I will serve them with their portion now, but no more,"
"there's a greater many that will take comfort from your fire,than care to carry the wood or the water." "It's best to keep hold of the ladle when you're surrounded by hungry people, ensures that everybody gets some."

I have just divided a few comfrey plants and set them about in the circle after the potatoes were lifted. I will water them in when it's cooler. We have mulched some ground with chopped straw. I'll be using chopped haulm from the beans and peas to flocculate the garlic patch. I am rolling the soil back in anticipation of the work on the little bothy. Space is at a premium when your doing the heavy work. Make sure the way is clear before you proceed. I will put a bit of sand down for an easy walk once I am down to the schist. Stone can be most unyielding under foot. So he sez, An so, A pleasure to the naked toe that path shall be.

By Heck, that were sweaty, A tonne of earth between sentences. How little effort in a word. Are you still here? Have you read Izpoetry? No? then "Go back to jail, and do not pass 'GO' Do not collect £200.I have watered the comfrey.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Erzelf bottles haricot beans for storage between caring for senior citizens in the locality. Iz story iz this she'll tell Erz 'erself. Erztory will be going long after I am dead and gone, Plenty of time to read it then, I'll look forward but I'll not be rushing.

OBLIVION'S OWN, Iznibz Wazir, az IZ

What convoluted plot iz this? Iznibz attempts to explain. IzFAQ , iz life is an open book, if you feel you need to know,Iznibz feels duty bound to provide where possible, allusion to the facts aziz. "Wot iz known of what iz true."

Some words you see again in other places, hear in passing, in trivial chat . Phrases reoccur, in all media, via the art of political science and viral marketing. Ideas are nourished by subscription, and confirmed as facts by individual praxis and collective experience. What iz True must be beyond belief.What iz true iz all, remaining even without subscription. When iz True forever done? Bewilderment reigns in the Sea of Mass Confusion.

Little may be gleaned from the pool of hard won knowledge,by surfing the net or being the proud owner of exclusive wares hard or soft. Most of mankind's knowledge is none vocal. It may not be recorded by word. Iz looked Iz knows.Iz Duz the Do.

Iz, heretic to all dogma learns Izstuff the hard way,Iz blows izwhistle,Izmusic,Izjustiz,Iz Duty of care, true to iz elemental nature, Izinstincts,supported by the tutelage of izexperience.Iz iz, not theoretical, IzLife iz, not academic.

Iznibz is an unqualified success, a natural in a technologically mutated world.
What is his religion?
What is his nationality?
Is Iznibz the leader of a cult, or a member of a clandestine organization?
Can his observations be verified?
Is he true to his word?

It would be too much of a shortcut to reveal much of the background. I would encourage you to suspend disbelief and trust your own instincts. Iznibz is selling nothing. Acting in public service@ 0% commission. Working for the betterment of man, the sustainable progress of the world and the greater glory of God,whether there provably iz one or not.Iz idea iz good.Iz faith is irepressable, through knowledge of Izself.
The contextual narrative of Iztales are born of much journeying, beyond the flat earth horizon of limited possibilities. Deeds have been done , much hurt and harm has been endured. Iz in the public interest that mysteries and secretive lies are exposed. Iznibz survives where many have not. Warning shots need to be fired. If necessary, examples made to deter those who cheat and harm naive and trusting common working folk.
Things iz sed about iz . Iznibz feels there iz need to do some sedding izself.
Read along the many paths that lead Iznibz to the place of his unconditional belonging, The Izdom of Iz. The context for Iz every moral means must be transparent.
Iz poses the question , "Why should state institutions oppose obstruct and malign the legitimate progress of a righteous Individual?"
Iz does not believe that state institutions actively do that by design. "But wicked deeds iz done and no one as yet iz brought to account.Others iz at risk."sez Iz.

Iz sorted now and there iz a lot that has been delayed in the doing, Much scribbling and lego writing to be done. Abandon all opinion, Iznibz has been known to explain the impossible. Whilst confusion abounds, Iznibz picks,"Iz knows Best." The choiceless option.

In the tales from a journeyman's pen,many often whimsical poetic phrasings may be employed, As with Izmusic a rag bag of narrative styles all converge to support in the service of the common cause of Universal civilization. What may appear to some to be perhaps deluded fantasy may in time be proven to be the only available mechanism to explain reality.Everthing is one to Iz, The singular existential equation, How it iz, Iz how it Iz.
Iz philosophical view may not be reduced to a mere "ism". Iz Earth iz majik, It does it on it's own lads and it works for him. Iznibz iz the Gaffer, The grumbling giffer knows that all truth iz interconnective."Enduring principal iz all." sez Iz.

Iznibz hopes you are the gaffer too. I'll let you sleep this one off. We can join the dots up tomorrow. Iznibz means Bizniz.Zzzzzzz

14th July 2008

Bastille Day.

It's a cloudless blue sky, not much of a breeze.Pleasantly warm.
The shallots have been lifted, to be bunched when they have turned to straw. A small barrow of garlic is racked between two sticks ready to be hung up to dry, they will see us right through the coming year with enough to give away and still have plenty for next years planting. Onions as big as my fist have their necks turned down, I will gently loosen their roots today to help accelerate their drying properly,ready for stringing. We will keep putting our winter wood ash on the onion patch, The raised bed gives good drainage,onions don't like to be cold and wet, they've not been watered the whole season, I think they'll keep well, we'll see.
The artichokes have bolted, Couldn't afford to give them the feeding they needed, "a barrow of muck per plant," I was told. They can get in the queue like everybody else. I'll cut the thistle flowers off today, We don't want their decadence spreading all over the garden. A greedy lot they. I'll keep a few plants, I love the look of the foliage.
The marigolds have just been dead headed to prolong the flowering season,worth to keep them as long as possible, they give the ground abit of shade on the east side of the runner beans. I've not got round to making calendula ointment yet , useful when it happens. The pyrethroids act as an insect repellant to a certain extent,the bees don't mind it though. The smell reminds me of my first garden, four years old ,I had radishes, carrots, peas and marigolds, The smaller genus called in England, "pot marigold". It's called "souci", in France I don't know why, I'm told it means "worry".
I will lift a few potatoes next. Slowly does it as it's hot. They will keep in the ground for a good while but I want to sow a green manure, Ble noir, most likely. Dig it in in the winter, the soil needs the fibre.
HOT,Hot, hot. I have just dug up some potatoes, as expected an unimpressive crop. That bit of ground is not holding water too well. I will be sowing comfrey as well as the ble, the ground needs juice. Lunch went down well.Our first outdoor tomatoes dressed with a vinaigrette made with shallots and basil, sauted new potatoes and omlette. A glass of grape juice and a piece of bread.It will take a while for the oxygen to get back to the brain. Happen, I'll relax for half an hour with a cup of tea.

Picking Peas

Saturday 12th July,saw us helping harvest Marie-Therese's peas. Our evening was then spent shelling them for the freezer, two fifteen litre buckets full. We were advised not to damage the pea stalks, we gave them a chance. Glad they were well supported on pig wire,they will go on to produce more delicious results.

Cornucopia...

Taking the rise in our stride???

Low lying settlements,threatened by rising sea, may be forced to leave traditional home lands in the face of the inevitable. Most folk would have a list of precious things they would not want to be without, they are at risk of leaving the most precious of all treasures, the working top soil of their Native culture.
Instead of shoving refugees in camps in a last ditch panic, provision must be made now,for viable options that offer dignified subsistance at least.The working soil would up grade much land in the surviving regions that often goes neglected . WHERE.???
Any where there's space of course, or are we going to cherry pick the refugees we want to use to the exclusion of their community and kin. To paraphrase,'If it hurts less it's working properly.'
I am inspired to save the earth. It works for us lads!
Iznibz has got a plan,Such madcap sentimental notions that one could cope with the disaster looming ahead and positively aid the poorest of coastal families.
Pro active disaster avoidance.Bring your gardens with you and your know how.No one need be forced into being an unnecessary burden.Host nations must not let let the potential profit of a cheap labour pool,mar their benign patronage. Acommodating the complete hegonomic ecological parcel,land included.
The earth has got to be brought up hill to safety, there are many flattened panned out fields that would benefit greatly after gross industrial abuse by agribusiness,and ill conceived centralised government directive has left poor Mother Earth crying in the dark, unnoticed with her knickers round her ankles.

Old empires have a duty of care,more at least than a sympathetic furrowed brow and a few bob in the hat. If they would just switch off their warmachine long enough to make a positive peace,(one without an enemy), that Civilization may take lasting cohesive root.
What resources we would have to solve all manner of logistic problems.
Who is up for doing the work,Iznibz iz for one.
Sounds like a singularly lonely job at present, I'll keep me own counsel till I have Real meaningful contact from "others". For now at any rate. Iznibz Wazir.

Alien Terrestrials perhaps...

A "Mudskool " Pyramid of Power,

Looking into it with our eyes closed.

Psychoretinal paralysis. Photonsaturation. The minds eye retreats to soothing shadows. Crystalline fragments of consumed memory. Broken Continuity. The selective frequency channeling mass sacrifice driven hungry gnawing on the photoelectric bone. Fattening the indulgence of our dreams. The slaughter of our innocents. To hail the newborn king. Gladly thrusting tender hearts against a newly sharpened future. Cutting edge camouflage of parental neglect. Three dimensional appetites in a two dimensional world. Prefamine feeding frenzy. In fading memory on St.Stevens day, we search for those the madness overlooked. Critical faculties hang from screaming nerves. Hypothermic nostalgia for more caring times. Plastic wrapped, old husks pack small in the formless void of ritualised love. The skips are overflowing with discarded hopes and childhoods longing. Lotto till Lent, Blotto till spent. Whilst priests impressed by suffering, proclaim the New Republic in the spring.

Another small field of interest.

A tangle of leaners. fallers and self sown saplings.Not quite a pretty sight, better than no trees ! Autumn will see us thinning out and grubbing up the weedy poles. Sweet chestnut coppice,no major standards,just a couple of oaks on the woods edge.The chestnut has been allowed to get too tall by the neglect of the undergrowth. We will plant and sow hazels, siver birch oak and ash.cultivate some of the pollarded chestnut, a good utility wood, Fence posts can last a twenty year and still make good fire logs. There's a clump of holly that will have to be drastically reduced.I'll bring it back to being a berry hedge. Two fallen scots pine can be salvaged for construction and a few good straight chestnut poles, for the round house.A lot of firewood, our little stove will be very happy.The ditches need regrading, the soil can go towards the building of a tumulus in the centre of the copse.
Charcoal kiln and a bodgers hut could be well placed here
I dug up a few new potatoes today,beautiful clean,no bigger than a large goose egg . We have about a bucket of peas to shell for the freezer.Many more to come.I lifted the shallots, not a great year regionally, a good store never the less. A litte undersize but firm.The onions more than make up for the shortfall. They're as big as my fist and almost ready for turning over. Hmmm, it's a nice cup of tea is that. I'll do some watering once I've sunk it.The first of the outdoor tomatoes, large, firm and alive with flavour.
If anyone is wondering why I should be rambling on about,enjoyable but quite mundane matters, iz to create context iz all.
"Oh Oh!Iz is leading to something".I wont pile it on too thick just now.Get some fresh air. I have finished shelling the peas. I couldnt resist turning down the onions,they need to dry before they get made into bunches. A nice subject for a little video iz that,I'll see what I can do.Don't forget to weed and water your window box.
You don't even have a window box.
I'll put you on my list of potential targets.I bet you don't even have a natural suntan and it's the middle of summer. Go on get out, or you'll be grumpy all winter.
I'm going out to photograph the onions now, they'll be famous.

Doing the do...

Talking the talk, about saving the Earth,Feeding the poor of the world and ethical trade, by the coffee table pundits and philosophers of the chattering New Enlightenment, one wonders who will do the work.Countries that import most of the food they consume are hardly likely to fool any one by the statements of well meant intentions,thrown to the crowd to appease growing distrust.The coffers of the executives grow fat as hope fades in the grass roots collateral base of the worker population.If the poorest and most disadvantaged are to progress to an equitable level of subsistence, support must be given to those dedicated to aiding self reliance and empowered non fiscal prosperity. There is no money to be honourably made from poverty.

The journeyman's pen...

With tales that may not yet be told until the noble cause is won,whilst juggernauts leave deserts in their wake. The pen describes a word unsoiled by mortal tongue. The hoe, now guides us on the path that we must take.
A tick, a sign confirming all correct.It steers a course away from certain doom,the price of Man's neglect. A key, a note. transcending symphony, aspires to sainted harmony and opens gates to our true destiny.

When the moon was young and Iz woz just a lad, trees woz bigger then an we woz very small.

Elfin safety,

WARNING
Don't see things that aren't there,
It's bad for the imagination.





Working together in the same direction.

Glamour is not beauty...

Eat at least one of these per year to commemorate
Bastille Day, 14th July.

Centrefold...

Green future...