Sunday, 10 May 2015

Chapter Seven - the Agri lectures



I sped through the final five chapters of the Agri lectures after plodding through the first three. For some reason the last five went very easily. Perhaps being forced to sit in a chair while watching Strangford Lough pass by the window beyond had something to do with it... but Chapter Seven touched me the most. It was about the entire ecosystem and how farmers MUST farm with all of wildlife in mind.

Most interestingly was this passage:For the two things belong together: the winged animals, and that which grows out of the Earth into the air. Fundamentally, the one is unthinkable without the other. Hence the farmer should also be careful to let the insects and birds flutter around in the right way. The farmer himself should have some understanding of the rare of birds and insects. For in great Nature — again and again I must say it — everything, everything is connected.

To me this chapter was really the missing link in the way i have thus understood biodynamic farming. The interlinking, the variation of landscape, the need for a variety of habitats, is core to land management under biodynamics. It wasn't just the preps and the planting calendar, it was also a very very deep consciousness of the need for woodlands so that they will have fungi in order to keep the plants disease free. There needed to have shrubs so that animals could have a varied diet. Trees were important because of the wildlife they encouraged. Farmers needed to work with nature in order to ensure that the farm was part of the greater cycle - and the Earth in turn was part of the greater cosmos. always look for the macro Steiner said. So much came to together for me in the Agricultural lectures.

So here are two poems i wrote.

The Narrows

The miracle of being here, manifest by the
calcium strew shores of an ancient lough,
as the wind makes a noise to
chafe these walls outside.

Inside -
nothing moves

Then you - or a thing - may manifest

plucked from the space that once was
to occupy the ether - for there is very little that
exists beyond the realms of probability - and
as time wears on, everything is probable.

Two currents collide - they glide - decide.
On the shearing side a boat, she slides,
skewered by the wind.




One Good Day

The sun shone on the gorse and that
brilliant poisonous yellow
split at our feet.

How the gulls shrieked!
How the oystercatchers warbled!
How the skylark sang!
How we inhaled the fragrance of the
unlikely tropical holiday, eyes closed,
pretending we could almost taste the pina coladas
in a sunken bar as we walked with wellies on
bladderwrack.

The artist's canvas, the musician's pipe,
nothing could come close. Except -
there were no more fishermen to sing songs in praise of
an honest day's work.

So we continued, in several conversations -
remarking randomly on the day.
Confused and delighted by the one good day -
That one good day of sunshine.

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