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February 04, 2010

where I live now

we -me and nature- have entered now
the ten hours of sunshine
that gives plants - lovers of light and moonshine-
light and more light
with every day coming
and more to come

that I have to help the soil here
-and its life within-
to come to life too and stay alive...

but snow and cold somehow cover up
are in balance and neither giving in yet

that greenhouse -I call it that-
to the East, the morning sunshine is waiting...
waiting for me

yes, everything here is new
a new beginning for me

...never in tune with language
only in touch with nature

March 24, 2008

some years ago

when I over-seeded a ten acre field with horse pasture mix,
sweet clover and red clover, a dead field came back to life:

you could see that in late winter when that piece of land
was the first to be free from snow
and the north-migrating ducks, geese and gulls landed by
the thousands on a green field in the middle of still snow covered
fields and 'discussed' matters with my free range ducks, geese and chickens...

in other words, the clover and the soil culture below the surface
were full with life that made things grow and warm up
from below the surface;

in other words, soil is/was as much of an 'organism'
as the oceans are/were

that's the secret to growing, to keep life alive.

So, my little garden patch is only as good as I leave the soil to itself,
to mulch it as nature would do naturally to preserve its moisture
so micro-organisms can thrive within the soil

nor to interrupt the soil with digging
nor with factory products

Real soil is its very own input
just like ocean water is...

Snow Peas - Ho Lan Dow

seeds planted on March 22nd, Corn Salad -Mache seeds on March 18;

after last year's wilderness growth, a sort of green manuring,
my first full growing season here, and cutting and snipping with the hedge trimmer,

this year I started with 'lifting' the grass sod as soon as the surface
started defrosting,

and for the peas again another small area two days after a wet snow fall,
the ground dried good, the sod was co-operative, the grass roots landed
on the soon-to-be more compost

and corn salad and peas are "covered" each with their very own plastic umbrella
that needs lifting under the March sun.

Practically, I was sitting outside all winter whenever the sun was out,
me and the garden are on the south side
and this being part of the 'most sunniest area' of Canada
with the most sunshine per annum,
I at least earned a sun tan that I can now parade in my mirror

I don't dig down, I'll build up and have some top soil yet coming this week:
enough for carrots and potatoes;
yes potatoes I've ordered from the east coast;

all sorts of seeds are going into the ground, spinach, lettuce next

New Zealand Spinach goes up on some trellis that I already practiced with,
so are the beans and the honeydews...

The five deer were thoroughly productive throughout the winter
while they were feeding off the dropped apples
and off whatever green there was;
their manuring was indeed professionally done...

The old apple tree got his pruning done, probably too much;
now I got to do some raking to make use of the leaves
and 'turn' the sod as well;

this tree will be watered for the next crop I want to eat myself
and make again fresh apple juices...

There's not much rain coming here in this quasi desert,
so I play with mulching, cover crops and watering.

All my garden 'beds' need to be watered, mulched and cover cropped...

Rainworms got to replace now the five deer to make this garden productive;
lots of quick Chinese vegetables
but I will try regular cabbage and the rest like chard and kale etc as well

Tomatoes, I paid at Christmas $1.25 a tomato, that sealed my gardening adventure;
now last year "after last frost date" was sometime beginning of June
and "the first frost date" was September 18th that deconstructed all my tomatoes

so everything I do is with plastic to begin with
to continue with
and to end with

I have different tunnel systems to explore
and doing this square foot by square foot
while I remove the grass sods,
below which is good smelling earth that even smells good
like humus rich bacteria party in progress

well, yes, as long I can keep it "moist" throughout the growing season
and within it the various needs of the vegetables and flowers and herbs

No, I will go nowhere - just into the garden to virtually eat it,
watch butterflies
and birds that I fed all winter:

now their manure from hundred of birds
sits around the lilac bushes...

November 12, 2007

as a footnote

long before the prime minister became prime minister
I was invited to acknowledge to his face
that he would become prime minister "one day"-
well that day came and went...

my refusal at that time
and many a refusal subsequent
was based on histories of people
that used to make history themselves -
their discourse had evaporated
sort of by force...

yet history made yet another turn
and the discourse of the one
has turned into a 'spiritual' subtext
of yet another prime minister

in other words, while the essence
of both their discourse was well packaged
preserved sustained within a series of people
it was forever nothing but an unprincipled floating

March 11, 2007

smart thought:

"I fancy mankind may come, in time, to write all aphoristically, except in narrative;
grow weary of preparation, and connection, and illustration, and all those arts by which a big book is made."
--- Samuel Johnson (1709 - 1784)

December 08, 2006

one deer yesterday

another deer the next day

my two dear deer
sleep in the snow

and feed off fallen apples
and eat blue flowers
that turned into seeds

and at night there must be some excitement around here
both are gone a distance into the night

until in the morning
they return like the sparrows
who make my garden their home


consumers of language

love the one and only language
not of their choice

and users of language
note the lowly F-word
how it has migrated as if a universal language

it's probably the only inter-generational all-in-one word
that sustains high places
enhancing the elevated
as if blessed with advancing barbarian powers


September 14, 2006

self-determined sovereignty

you're always
only as young
as when you loved best

there's no before, no after
no theme,
no perverting higher purpose story

only a continuum
of incomparable pivotal experience,
the truly incredible that defeats language

experience after experience
two singulars that never meet

beauty always already tastes from a distance
unencumbered by language and forever will,
beauty knows no plural, no grammar
beauty tastes best

not to be confused
with idealism, procreational dictat,
judgemental moralism
or other language products

June 10, 2006

you drew

and lived at a distance
much further away than what your pen could draw

where your words failed
your hands drew what they could not reach

you never lived
but you lived for show

you represented the end
beyond touch
you tasted no beginning

April 29, 2006

even language ends somehow

expires,
meaning evaporating

words are not exchanged
to reach for some same wavelength

glances are no longer made to make us speak
and circulate saliva

it's all the all destructive gaze
that catches you as a fantastic object

even Seneca became an object to be removed
from Nero's eyes

thus, isn't all wisdom a feast of language
reduced to adjudicated lust

that all brutes deny
while feasting on moral's flesh
that relies entirely on force

heard only by the loudness of their voice
their whispers that destroy your kindness !

February 22, 2006

measure

all those who acted the profession,

all those who taught you
the first word
or preached of the next liberation to come...

discover those masks who walked with false intentions,
beneficiaries of institutional license,

re-discover how they fought word by word
and taught as if there were no humans

the sincerity put into the world by a word
to add to your world's fictions

Go Back to the alphabeth,
learn everything all over again,
remove all speakers of false words

Silence never a lesson is but always a consequence of words