Eat at least one of these per year to commemorate
Bastille Day, 14th July.
Sunday 29 June 2008
Friday 27 June 2008
Tuesday 24 June 2008
Monday 23 June 2008
Toward the journeymans rest...
I'm grateful for the pile of stone sitting at the entrance of the garden. Two trailer loads reclaimed from an unwanted out building,all thanks to Marie Theresa and Emile for their heroic initiative and assistance.Thanks also to G. for his help. We must now move the obstacle from the path, as it's making carrying water to the garden difficult. We are promised a week of sunshine, so we have no choice but to clear a path,the watering must not be hindered.I'll be happier when I have established a well in the garden.Homeland is evolving towards it's optimum condition,It drives us ,we steer it. Words are cheap, the work is hard. Before the stone can be moved to the site of the roundhouse,each one must be cleaned of the sand and lime mortar that still clings to it, small amounts at a time ,in between ,more pleasant jobs. I will try to chronicle the progress of the stone in photographs,although little may be gleaned of the real beauty of colour, form or purpose,an indication at least to others of how a seemingly impossible inspired vision may be realized. The juggernaut of the historic mistake, leaving devastation in it's wake enslaving all who naively served it's cause, is gradually leaving this region. We are dedicated to the task of aiding the reestablishmentof an independent peasantry.A way that works without unethical compromise to the existing ecology and without political,commercial or sectarian opposition , must be pioneered in anticipation of great demographic change, the consequence of the unsustainable complex systems of life support.In establishing our own domain, independent of government or commercial sponsorship,we may then be empowered to help others to understand the paradigms of their 'new' environment. The base of the terrestrial ecology must be protected and repaired from it's present state of neglect, those who serve the long term interests of the land must aquire skills appropriate to the long term needs of the aspirant settler. Many future generations will be well served by diligent attention to detail, in an effective ,economic 'How To' trail . Awareness of principles gained from singular and accumulated collective experience needs to be inducted in a context that relates to the territory of a newcomers responsibility, his or her independent homeland.
We did it, the stones are sorted ready for cleaning. Tidy in there temporary home, they look well enough for now, missed the end of Brazil,great movie but the garden
had the stronger attraction,we emptied a bowser of water from the fishing lake with watering cans. The soil is a beautiful colour when it's wet.Marie Therese brought us a hundred and fifty leek seedlings ,having planted out three hundred in her own garden.I'll plant them out tomorrow.Ground has been prepared for more sprouts and a trench dug and watered for more peas. Today was a good days work, great buzz, as it should be.
Sunday 22 June 2008
izpoetry...
Excerpt from: “Iznibz,and the tale of the Journeyman's Pen.”
To whom it may concern,
we are not your collateral,your goods or your chattels, nor are we your slaves or servants.
When you think or speak of Human Rights, they are also our rights.
When you insist on equality then we insist that you be equal to us.
Do not flatter yourself with the self appeasing deception of your own perceived goodness.
There is no mirror great enough to reflect the unified potential of our collective humanity.
We do not crave your condescending tolerance, you need ours,we are the majority in the world.
We do not seek to dominate, without wisdom your power is worthless.
We do not cultivate armies of occupation, nor generate nuclear powered propaganda.
We contain the meaning of Peace,without which there is no meaning to Life.
We are not neutral,we do not support your wars,nor are we distracted from our steady progress by the self indulgent feeding frenzy of compulsive consumerism.
Our austerity is not poverty.We have no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive.
The path we tread the saints have trod before.
We have no master and ask for nothing.
Civilisation is our code,it is not written in a book.We do not wait for orders, our intelligence is civilian.
We are of one mind, we are in accord.
The sustainable future is our domain.
All lies will perish,only truth will remain.
We need no opinion,we are the way forward.
Progress is every direction at once, Chaos or the Eightfold Path.
Love will not wait to be abused by mere tolerance, we didn’t enslave you nor did we slaughter you by the millions-we may never be like you but you may become more like us.
Don’t flush your potential down the drain in the name of the love of an easy life.
We cannot be blamed for the sins committed in your name.
We are all responsible for the future of the world, it’s only big enough if we share it.
If you continue to slaughter the saints and the innocents only the devils will remain to reign in a desert of ignorance.
We were here before you came, we’ll be here when you’ve gone.
We are the people of the world reclaiming our rightful heritage.
We are the diasporans displaced by your Empire shagging Glory.
We remember God, God remembers us, mutual regard mutual respect.
One is equal to one without division.
Without our co-operation there is no way forward.
There is no way back.
Join us, or perish by your own hand.
Tullycrine, County Clare. 2003
To whom it may concern,
we are not your collateral,your goods or your chattels, nor are we your slaves or servants.
When you think or speak of Human Rights, they are also our rights.
When you insist on equality then we insist that you be equal to us.
Do not flatter yourself with the self appeasing deception of your own perceived goodness.
There is no mirror great enough to reflect the unified potential of our collective humanity.
We do not crave your condescending tolerance, you need ours,we are the majority in the world.
We do not seek to dominate, without wisdom your power is worthless.
We do not cultivate armies of occupation, nor generate nuclear powered propaganda.
We contain the meaning of Peace,without which there is no meaning to Life.
We are not neutral,we do not support your wars,nor are we distracted from our steady progress by the self indulgent feeding frenzy of compulsive consumerism.
Our austerity is not poverty.We have no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive.
The path we tread the saints have trod before.
We have no master and ask for nothing.
Civilisation is our code,it is not written in a book.We do not wait for orders, our intelligence is civilian.
We are of one mind, we are in accord.
The sustainable future is our domain.
All lies will perish,only truth will remain.
We need no opinion,we are the way forward.
Progress is every direction at once, Chaos or the Eightfold Path.
Love will not wait to be abused by mere tolerance, we didn’t enslave you nor did we slaughter you by the millions-we may never be like you but you may become more like us.
Don’t flush your potential down the drain in the name of the love of an easy life.
We cannot be blamed for the sins committed in your name.
We are all responsible for the future of the world, it’s only big enough if we share it.
If you continue to slaughter the saints and the innocents only the devils will remain to reign in a desert of ignorance.
We were here before you came, we’ll be here when you’ve gone.
We are the people of the world reclaiming our rightful heritage.
We are the diasporans displaced by your Empire shagging Glory.
We remember God, God remembers us, mutual regard mutual respect.
One is equal to one without division.
Without our co-operation there is no way forward.
There is no way back.
Join us, or perish by your own hand.
Tullycrine, County Clare. 2003
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.
Saturday 21 June 2008
Return to basics...
Mudskool.The earth is not flat and it is not round.It is deep.
Posed with the question,'What can a poor man do?' I set my self the task of finding out.
How may the terrestrial ecology be resurrected after the ravages and abuse of modern commercial exploitation?The long road home is a wondrous journey.In aiding the little field to it's optimum potential,no longer a mere chattel,a thing for use,the Earth is charmed into revealing the secrets of her benign personality. Blessed be. We raise the standard of the last noble cause, with hope renewed,I dance with heaven in my heart.
iznibz wazir
Friday 20 June 2008
Poste Armageddonist Stratagem...
If humanity is to survive what appears to be the inevitable Apocalyptic consequence of the insatiable all consuming modernism with any semblance of civilized moral dignity,we must abandon our servile support of the compromised popular icons of material success.Arcane symbols of terrestrial power,and distractive flags of convenience,are insufficient to the needs of the 'collateral base', the poorest and the most disadvantaged. We may not all be emperors or kings,nor may we yet be gods, no matter how well intended our naive apologies. There are not enough crumbs now to even feed the opportunistic entourages that hover like buzzards, awaiting high table favours,let alone feed the poor.
"The poor are always with us." Begs the question, 'What do we think we are?'
Conditional aid,distributed with the assistance of patronizing invading armies, sweetened with the promise of prestige and luxury,will do nothing to obviate the cyclical misery of those furthest from the feeding troughs at the pyramids' base.
Initiative must be taken individually to equip ourselves with the means to regenerate life support far beyond the flat earth blurred visionaries' watchtower gaze,the vantage point of historic slave masters.One may observe that the principles of universal civilization,our evolved genetic code,may not have the whole hearted subscription,other than token lip service and the cynical pragmatic posturing, by the executives of failed and fading empires,both secular and sectarian,jointly and severally.The common aspiration of civilization by conduct must be seen to transcend the 'bottom line' motivation that drags all nations' standards,divisively into disrepute.
Pirates ,entrepreneurs, manipulative exploiters,slavers and carpet baggers,individual and corporate,inclusively,await in the wings of the Theatre of Tragedy like stray dogs around a butchers door. Natural disasters compounded by the ever accelerating man made crisis provide an open season for profiteers.
Competitive living is encouraged in schools and homes,to have winners in any bipolar struggle there must be losers.To the victor the spoils.
How are the surviving poor to avoid being divided like loot, for use and abuse by unworthy masters. Will they survive with any degree of humane dignity at all. Some would say not. Already, mock Class War scenarios are orchestrated in Police training exercises to acclimatise to the predictable chaos that would engulf all nations globally.Failed radicals indulge in self appeasing barricade photo opportunities,Acting like monkeys who think they are the leaders of men, speaking of, 'necessary violence', with too much certainty, as though it was a forgone conclusion.
Is there any viable sustainable hope for the possibility of civilization,regardless of perceived class and economic division, emerging with equitable grace from the storm of madness that is steadily engulfing the world? Views may differ,we may be assured of little but the certainty that Global Disaster,in all it's incidental varied forms will be no respecter of privilege, or rank. nor academic intelligence.Whether tsunami or earthquake,famine civil unrest or outright war,to name but a small sample of the many doom laden fates that may befall us, Every tribe and every species that ever made a mortal progress on this planet faces possible extinction, without exception.
What may we do to obviate the existing misery and steer a course that leads to the one sustainable singular,probability of universal, progressive, integrated civilization?
The way forward is the simple choiceless option.....
"The poor are always with us." Begs the question, 'What do we think we are?'
Conditional aid,distributed with the assistance of patronizing invading armies, sweetened with the promise of prestige and luxury,will do nothing to obviate the cyclical misery of those furthest from the feeding troughs at the pyramids' base.
Initiative must be taken individually to equip ourselves with the means to regenerate life support far beyond the flat earth blurred visionaries' watchtower gaze,the vantage point of historic slave masters.One may observe that the principles of universal civilization,our evolved genetic code,may not have the whole hearted subscription,other than token lip service and the cynical pragmatic posturing, by the executives of failed and fading empires,both secular and sectarian,jointly and severally.The common aspiration of civilization by conduct must be seen to transcend the 'bottom line' motivation that drags all nations' standards,divisively into disrepute.
Pirates ,entrepreneurs, manipulative exploiters,slavers and carpet baggers,individual and corporate,inclusively,await in the wings of the Theatre of Tragedy like stray dogs around a butchers door. Natural disasters compounded by the ever accelerating man made crisis provide an open season for profiteers.
Competitive living is encouraged in schools and homes,to have winners in any bipolar struggle there must be losers.To the victor the spoils.
How are the surviving poor to avoid being divided like loot, for use and abuse by unworthy masters. Will they survive with any degree of humane dignity at all. Some would say not. Already, mock Class War scenarios are orchestrated in Police training exercises to acclimatise to the predictable chaos that would engulf all nations globally.Failed radicals indulge in self appeasing barricade photo opportunities,Acting like monkeys who think they are the leaders of men, speaking of, 'necessary violence', with too much certainty, as though it was a forgone conclusion.
Is there any viable sustainable hope for the possibility of civilization,regardless of perceived class and economic division, emerging with equitable grace from the storm of madness that is steadily engulfing the world? Views may differ,we may be assured of little but the certainty that Global Disaster,in all it's incidental varied forms will be no respecter of privilege, or rank. nor academic intelligence.Whether tsunami or earthquake,famine civil unrest or outright war,to name but a small sample of the many doom laden fates that may befall us, Every tribe and every species that ever made a mortal progress on this planet faces possible extinction, without exception.
What may we do to obviate the existing misery and steer a course that leads to the one sustainable singular,probability of universal, progressive, integrated civilization?
The way forward is the simple choiceless option.....
Thursday 19 June 2008
Mudskool....
What could one learn from schist and clay?It is our duty to direct our labour towards ensuring that the earth and we, are moving in the same mutually sustaining direction.Home.Man may be guided to
understanding the non vocal logic of our life supporting planetary matrix,by resurrecting the Earth we will be reinstated to the place of our true dominion.
OM SWEET OM
iznibz wazir
Tuesday 17 June 2008
In joyful exile.
Where the "future" is, may not be obvious. We must break free of the popular consensus,subscribing to existent mass movement would ensure that our precious resources would for the most part be wasted. Each of us must be brave enough to invest in our own inspired vision.The common pool of the popular consensus appears to be ring fenced.Within, a dog eat dog competitive society, outside a chance to establish a humane positive and equitable civilization. Living without money may not seem like a comfortable option,living better on less might make progress feel a little more palatable.
It is too expensive to live a poor mans life in U.K. without a patch of dirt I may feel at home in. I have been told that my vision of a sustainable and fulfilling way of life is ,
"Primitivist hippy shite", I am a pioneer . I would advise,not to prejudge the results,the basic head work is done, Fifty seven years of research and journeying, with not a little work and hardship has brought me to a place where I feel I may unpack my bags at last.I don't mean my physical luggage. I refer to ideas , intelligence, inspired solutions to problems I have been forced to rub my nose in. My worldly, practical experience not being an idle man is beyond the grasp of moribund administrative functionaries. Not for sale nor hire. I have withdrawn all effective service from my former homeland, It makes no room for real progress. Consumer Lifestyle appears to be the popular drug of choice.Commercial promotion obstructs and distracts from the choiceless generic option. Attempting to modestly establish my own self reliant homespun civilization again in U.K. would be exposing myself to unacceptable risk and discomfort. The greatest hazard at present is the insurgence of a mutated form of unreconstructed prewar cloth cap liberalism. Chamberlainian legal assistance,without care of consequence or implications in overview, to AmeriCon republicanism.A by proxy incitement to hatred,under the spurious cover of the class struggle.
2007 to2008 will be our year zero. 'Why wait for bloody revolution ', says I . Having been forced to hit the ground running many times moved on by circumstantial interference beyond control,the route to my own permaculture is at last emerging in the wake of the juggernaut that is the petrol driven profit motivated all consuming modernism. The war machine.
My small field of interest has become the beginning of the future of the world to me.
Regenerating the once enslaved earth,to resume dominion with respect that serves both man and planet mutually,may seem like a grandiose obsession. It ought to be considered jointly,our collective duty of care and severally, our individual personal responsibility the incidental spin off being that we all get a chance, regardless of disposable income to live 'happy ever after', sustainable wholesome lives, one each at least.
Following in the wheel ruts of the slaver merchant planter's master model, there are more humane and productive patterns of human endeavor, straight line prairie field management systems, evolved from the age of oppression will not serve to repair the rift between our life sustaining planet and the industrially denatured, nationally programmed worker population.
The blog is to present a retrospective view , of the journey towards our progressive renaissance. Be however ,well warned,words can be misleading, and pictures at best show only a myopic one eyed view. Little to indicate how heavy is a stone,or how far a man can throw some twenty tonnes of soil. We move the Earth towards it's resurrection.What may be gleaned out here on the edge of the internet Oblivion zone is meagre ration , the real work explodes all myths, debunks all over spun propaganda and deflates and demotes the high table adviser. The real work elevates the man to a state of grace with the immediate environment.
I'm told that the universe has eleven dimensions, academic theorists are restricted by
number. The real work in support of the one real life is not academic.
Last years efforts have been chronicled in a series of photos. there will be video and audio clips to come. What has been achieved in one year is a measure of potential progress accessible to most working people acting cooperatively towards each others success.Is Utopia achievable? It's worth aiming for. We are told that we are living in the shadow of Armageddon,That class war is inevitable. We are informed that if we are to be empowered we must be prepared to make ultimate sacrifices. Martyrdom is not a precondition of successful living.Man is modestly heroic by nature. Inspired by love there is no limit to what may be achieved. I for one confirm the living hope. In recognising the value of every stick and stone that lays across my path I may clear a way forward,with resource to spare in great abundance.
Reduced by virtual slavery in service to family and community,I escaped with the support of a stout stick, unable to stand upright and depleted from overwork by twenty
seven kilos of my once industrious body.No one noticed and no one cared. I left the old stick by the road a long time ago,managing to carry my lifetimes worth of working experience with a little more dignity now. The mortal coil is duly retempered in the cause of civilized progress, if you want to eat you'll leave your guns outside, your boots by the door and you'll wash your hands the same as everyone else. No hearts and minds will be won by obstructing the poor by martial force from feeding themselves.Leave the door on the hinges if you want to enjoy the hospitable comfort of our home. We are not neutral nor are we user friendly.If you don't come in peace don't come at all.
It would cost me twelve pounds a week in lettuce alone in the Blighted Isle. My most recent visit gave me no cause for hope.As an unwaged man I may enjoy salad to capacity now by a little diligent work,every day the year round, without undue profit taken from my already under strength body. we are still eating spuds from last year's harvest awaiting this years promising crop.Zero food miles and a full time dedication to the detail of our life support system ensures that regardless of fuel crisis,we will always be able to feed our family without capitalism taking it's profiteering bite first,sustainable progress on that front at least is assured in a most uncertain global climate. an added bonus, I seem to be developing a a young mans body, returning strength and stamina compensate for the pains endured by work. I have never been introduced to a specifically British way of sustainable living , since the austerity years of the fifties and early sixties toxic pleasures have popularly taken precedent over wholesome traditional practice.I'll stick with the longer lasting healthy, choiceless option.
I acknowledge with gratitude the benign guidance of historic icons, Tom Paine, Mahatma Gandhi ,Martin Luther King and William Morris. Whether an absolute overseeing God exists or not, I give thanks for the divine gift of a natural birth, by the deliberate design of the late Bill and Hilde Godden, my parents.
It is too expensive to live a poor mans life in U.K. without a patch of dirt I may feel at home in. I have been told that my vision of a sustainable and fulfilling way of life is ,
"Primitivist hippy shite", I am a pioneer . I would advise,not to prejudge the results,the basic head work is done, Fifty seven years of research and journeying, with not a little work and hardship has brought me to a place where I feel I may unpack my bags at last.I don't mean my physical luggage. I refer to ideas , intelligence, inspired solutions to problems I have been forced to rub my nose in. My worldly, practical experience not being an idle man is beyond the grasp of moribund administrative functionaries. Not for sale nor hire. I have withdrawn all effective service from my former homeland, It makes no room for real progress. Consumer Lifestyle appears to be the popular drug of choice.Commercial promotion obstructs and distracts from the choiceless generic option. Attempting to modestly establish my own self reliant homespun civilization again in U.K. would be exposing myself to unacceptable risk and discomfort. The greatest hazard at present is the insurgence of a mutated form of unreconstructed prewar cloth cap liberalism. Chamberlainian legal assistance,without care of consequence or implications in overview, to AmeriCon republicanism.A by proxy incitement to hatred,under the spurious cover of the class struggle.
2007 to2008 will be our year zero. 'Why wait for bloody revolution ', says I . Having been forced to hit the ground running many times moved on by circumstantial interference beyond control,the route to my own permaculture is at last emerging in the wake of the juggernaut that is the petrol driven profit motivated all consuming modernism. The war machine.
My small field of interest has become the beginning of the future of the world to me.
Regenerating the once enslaved earth,to resume dominion with respect that serves both man and planet mutually,may seem like a grandiose obsession. It ought to be considered jointly,our collective duty of care and severally, our individual personal responsibility the incidental spin off being that we all get a chance, regardless of disposable income to live 'happy ever after', sustainable wholesome lives, one each at least.
Following in the wheel ruts of the slaver merchant planter's master model, there are more humane and productive patterns of human endeavor, straight line prairie field management systems, evolved from the age of oppression will not serve to repair the rift between our life sustaining planet and the industrially denatured, nationally programmed worker population.
The blog is to present a retrospective view , of the journey towards our progressive renaissance. Be however ,well warned,words can be misleading, and pictures at best show only a myopic one eyed view. Little to indicate how heavy is a stone,or how far a man can throw some twenty tonnes of soil. We move the Earth towards it's resurrection.What may be gleaned out here on the edge of the internet Oblivion zone is meagre ration , the real work explodes all myths, debunks all over spun propaganda and deflates and demotes the high table adviser. The real work elevates the man to a state of grace with the immediate environment.
I'm told that the universe has eleven dimensions, academic theorists are restricted by
number. The real work in support of the one real life is not academic.
Last years efforts have been chronicled in a series of photos. there will be video and audio clips to come. What has been achieved in one year is a measure of potential progress accessible to most working people acting cooperatively towards each others success.Is Utopia achievable? It's worth aiming for. We are told that we are living in the shadow of Armageddon,That class war is inevitable. We are informed that if we are to be empowered we must be prepared to make ultimate sacrifices. Martyrdom is not a precondition of successful living.Man is modestly heroic by nature. Inspired by love there is no limit to what may be achieved. I for one confirm the living hope. In recognising the value of every stick and stone that lays across my path I may clear a way forward,with resource to spare in great abundance.
Reduced by virtual slavery in service to family and community,I escaped with the support of a stout stick, unable to stand upright and depleted from overwork by twenty
seven kilos of my once industrious body.No one noticed and no one cared. I left the old stick by the road a long time ago,managing to carry my lifetimes worth of working experience with a little more dignity now. The mortal coil is duly retempered in the cause of civilized progress, if you want to eat you'll leave your guns outside, your boots by the door and you'll wash your hands the same as everyone else. No hearts and minds will be won by obstructing the poor by martial force from feeding themselves.Leave the door on the hinges if you want to enjoy the hospitable comfort of our home. We are not neutral nor are we user friendly.If you don't come in peace don't come at all.
It would cost me twelve pounds a week in lettuce alone in the Blighted Isle. My most recent visit gave me no cause for hope.As an unwaged man I may enjoy salad to capacity now by a little diligent work,every day the year round, without undue profit taken from my already under strength body. we are still eating spuds from last year's harvest awaiting this years promising crop.Zero food miles and a full time dedication to the detail of our life support system ensures that regardless of fuel crisis,we will always be able to feed our family without capitalism taking it's profiteering bite first,sustainable progress on that front at least is assured in a most uncertain global climate. an added bonus, I seem to be developing a a young mans body, returning strength and stamina compensate for the pains endured by work. I have never been introduced to a specifically British way of sustainable living , since the austerity years of the fifties and early sixties toxic pleasures have popularly taken precedent over wholesome traditional practice.I'll stick with the longer lasting healthy, choiceless option.
I acknowledge with gratitude the benign guidance of historic icons, Tom Paine, Mahatma Gandhi ,Martin Luther King and William Morris. Whether an absolute overseeing God exists or not, I give thanks for the divine gift of a natural birth, by the deliberate design of the late Bill and Hilde Godden, my parents.
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