This winter solstice we have been communing with mother country, father fire and community kin. Writing songs and singing in and to the forest, sharing food and story.
All the while Julian Assange is in a maximum security prison outside London, facing extradition to the US for publishing factual documents that expose the sickness and immorality of the Industrial Military Complex and the US empire more specifically.
Assange and the Wikileaks community are just a handful of people who have sent shock waves through that empire. Corrupt US war pundits want revenge. That’s how powerful revealing truth is. While Julian is being punished for doing what a journalist should be doing, can we imagine how things would change if more of us rose up and called for scientific transparency, the return of debate and healthy public discourse on all subjects, the end of lobbying in our political systems, and the deconstruction of the militarised and corporatised states?
This is our contribution to that call.
You can listen to the audio-only version below, and you can read the lyrics here.
Every morning we start the day with a courage ritual. We two adults plunge into icy water and remain in it for 5 minutes. It is also an acceptance meditation. We get out feeling calm and powerful. There are so many mental and bodily gifts received by doing this plunge each day, but the most important one right now is the courage we grow from doing it. We’d love to hear from you what you do to develop your courage. What rituals or methods do you practice? In the coming years we’re all going to need a lot more love, resilience, pragmatism, connectedness, groundedness and courage. How are you emboldening, caring for, and preparing yourself/selves to face what is coming?
Happy solstice, dear friends, summer or winter solstice depending on your dwelling place. May we greet the coming of the light or the dark, without turning our backs on the other.
Sending love from our hearth to yours,
Magpie, Blue Wren, Blackwood and Zero
Regrarian Darren Ó Dochartaigh (AKA Darren Doherty) met Patrick for a yarn at the Doherty family café in oldtimer Djaara country a few weeks back. What unfolds in this meeting is a complex and joyous discourse that spans biology, ideology and politics, and a slow building analysis of how white institutional paternalism and shareholder science have come together to erode personal responsibility and play false gods with ungovernable biomes.
Darren’s critique of scientific hubris is important for anyone wishing to understand the current and interrelated health and ecological crises, which have in large part been augmented by industrial food, medicine and energy productions and consumption.
Darren and Patrick’s conversation highlights the importance of doing-saying-thinking so chronically missing from anthropocentric academies. The importance of feedback loops is something David Holmgren and Darren have been arguing for over decades and is what makes these farmer-thinkers so valuable at this time of depletion, over consumption and stubborn intransigence to the earth’s actual capacity.
We welcome your comments and respectful debate relating to this provocative yarn.
Each episode in this series costs a minimum of $250 to produce so your support of our work enables us to keep having these conversations that are disallowed in mainstream media and in the academies. We are so grateful to those who have supported our work thus far, in many different ways. Thank you to Miles once again for shooting this conversation. The north facing window and the fast moving clouds made it quite a challenge with the light.
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We’re taking a short break from publishing to move back into Tree Elbow after a beautiful 9 month gestation of transient living. We are so looking forward to returning home. We look forward to seeing you back here shortly.
Last year we were invited to contribute a chapter to the forthcoming book, Food for Degrowth: Perspectives and Practices, to be published by Routledge later this year. Although, let’s not count on anything like that occurring.
We called our chapter, ‘Replacing growth with belonging economies: a neopeasant response’. We completed it in November.
Due to the times we’re living we offer it here as a film. It’s our most significant collaborative writing project since our book, The Art of Free Travel. (If you’re a subscriber and reading this in your inbox, you won’t see the below video, so here’s a link to it).
Replacing growth with belonging economies
Lived, written and spoken by Patrick Jones and Meg Ulman
Text editing by Anitra Nelson and Ferne Edwards
Sound by Patrick Jones and Meg Ulman (assisted by Jordan Osmond)
Video editing and seven drawings by Patrick Jones (the second, third and fourth are in collaboration with David Holmgren)
Photographs and footage by Artist as Family, David Jablonka, Nina Sahraoui, Mara Ripani, Michelle Dunn, Thomas Dorleans, Michal Krawczyk, Giulia Lepori, Nicholas Walton-Healey, Ponch Hawkes, Gab Connole, Zac Imhoof, Anthony Petrucci, Jordan Osmond, Jason Workman, Ian Robertson and David Holmgren
Soundtrack: A place of simple feeding – a poem-recipe by Patrick Jones, arranged and performed by Anthony Petrucci
Gift Ecology Films
Shared under a creative commons license/non-commercial
an Artist as Family home production
Please let us know about your own transition from hypertechnocivility
There are so many entities to thank when a book comes into being. Convention dictates we thank humans only, which makes sense because a book is a fairly human-orientated thing. Yet a book has many other contributors who make it possible, so before we begin this post on the social warming event that brought re:)Fermenting culture: a return to insight through gut logic into the community, we wish to give thanks and praise to the vegetal flowerings, barks and pulp, the nitrogenous rain cycles and carbonous roots, the mycelial meanderings, bacterial bounties, autonomous chewers, borers and suckers, and much more life besides. Thank you for your part in making this book become.
Just before the punters arrived, each with their life-giving, much-more-than-human microbiomes, we put the finishing touches on the fermented foods that we wanted to warm people into our home with, and get their guts zinging.
The word home has become a pejorative term, initially engineered by industrial capitalists to shame unwilling peasants into leave the economic autonomy of home and get a “real job” in a factory. Then later the word was further degraded by a strain of industrialised feminism, those who could only imagine home as a stereotypical 1950s domain of feminine incarceration and boredom. Both these corrupted versions of home are not ours. As radical-homemaking-feminist-neopeasants we think of home as a place of intimate dwelling, and the most empowering environment we could possibly imagine. Of course, by home we don’t just mean the confine of our house and garden, but also our walked common land to neighbours, friends, community gardens, near forests, creeks and places of many other relationships that enable wellness to spring forth in relation to our own labours and insights. From such empowerment springs forth such food.
Home for us is a place of healing, growing, consuming, decaying, dying, birthing and giving back in order to keep the gifts of the earth flowering. Under this order all is compost, all is fermentation, all is food and labour and new life that sprouts from the necessity of death.
It was to be a day to celebrate poetics and philosophy in the community sphere and what better way to do this than share the food we consume that is our fuel for poesis. By 3pm we were ready for all comers. Speakers, guests, children, dogs – all manner of goodly folk – began to arrive after an earlier rain shower that filled the garden with a miraculous energy that was impossible not to sense.
Woody sang and strummed the warmers into the hearth of our homelife.
We were brought many gifts, such as wild fermented sourdough from Mara to add to the ferments table.
Some of the non-alcoholic fermented beverages Meg brewed for the day were turmeric tonic, jun and rejuvelac, all flavoured with various flowers and herbs from the garden including wild fennel and elderflower.
It was a day of bright light, colours and ongoing Woody instrumentations.
It was also a day of raffling hard-to-get-hold-of things, such as these hops vines that we divided from the mother plant and potted up in the winter. In the raffle we raised over $60 for the community gardens. That’s a lot of seed!
Woody tried every instrument in the house as more and more warmers assembled and he developed further a role for himself as musical host.
Summery peeps and chilled dogs wandered through the garden, where they beheld our neopeasant homestead on a quarter acre, being tended to and developed on a household income well below the poverty line. Such wealth is possible with a volunteered poverty.
Vegetal life and built environments are complimentary forces at Tree Elbow, and everyone at the warming got to feel the physicality of such energy transference between the formed and the forming.
More musical delighters rolled in.
Old and new friends came to the party.
The outdoor kitchen became a bar for chance encounters and a place of simple feeding. All the food and drink, including the acorn beer and elderflower mead, were fermented with ingredients that came from our homeplace. There were happy guts everywhere; in season and in step with life.
And there were serious conversation guts too. There’s so much work to be done by all of us to keep health flowering in a world being killed off by unhappy gut people whose main concern is money.
Steve brought some old ferments to trade for a book. They came with quite a story.
Maya, before giving her remarkable gut-heart-mind talk, catches up with David and Su, grandfolk of permaculture.
Hal was introduced to Su, just one of a myriad encounters that brought people together.
People gathered round the house as Patrick signed books and talked his passions – gut logic, Pandora and the creation stories our culture has all but buried.
Children gathered under the oak tree. They found their place before the talks began.
Our book table offered an assortment of publications written by Artist as Family members. Thanks Kat for minding the stall where money and non-money exchanges were made.
Despite the incredible weather to be outside we decided to welcome people into the house for an non amplified honouring of the book through deeply collected thoughts. Ant played a few sweet tunes as around 80 folk found a seat or a comfortable standing place.
Mara MC’d the proceedings. The gentle formality of such a relaxed event gave ritual regard to the purpose of why we’d gathered.
She welcomed Meg to speak who gave us considerable laughter (her very own gut-made serotonin and dopamine at work) and an impassioned insight into what we’d been eating – the origins and techniques of such food (which included delicious pickled spear thistle stems) are unobtainable in any supermarket.
Then Mara welcomed Nikki to speak,. Nikki had prepared an eloquent dissertation of the book, which Patrick will share later on his permapoesis blog.
The fermenting vessel Nikki used to illustrate her talk had been made especially by Petrus. The vessel was sculptured, broken and the shards put back together as a metaphor for Patrick’s putting back the fragments of the Pandora myth and the cosmology surrounding it so important to rethinking culture after the effects of misogyny and misogyny’s retaliating sister, misandry. Both hatreds neuter life and are in service only to more war making. Like Nikki’s talk, Petrus’ fermenting vessel becomes a gift back to Tree Elbow in exchange for the book. The vessel more than symbolising a return to sensible culture after the rupturing of industrial modernity that although masculine in form has harmed both women and men, and taken us away from an intimacy with a loved land and from each other. Thank you Petrus and Nikki! What a lovely ordering of thought and form from two giving elders.
Maya then spoke, with such force and insight that not a single photograph was taken. She held us in a homeplace where reclaiming life, refermenting it, taking in the medicine of the possibility of post-industrialism and orienteering our cultures again towards their permanent regeneration could be more than dreamt.
With Meg earlier speaking on the alive foods and drinks we wished to nourish our guests, Mara acknowledging country, the Dja Dja Wurrung elders upon whose land we were gathering, as well as our own elders before introducing everyone, Ant soulfully playing songs he has arranged using Patrick’s poems, and Nikki and Maya delivering their profound addresses concerning this new little book, it was the author’s time to speak.
After all the thank yous, and a brief talk on the imperatives of writing such a work right now, Patrick read Part 1, Vessel (a slow text poem) from re:)Fermenting culture. This work is the not-so-easy gateway into the book, into the underworld of it. It sets up a physical hurdle for the reader, which requires the time, personal resolve and quietude to engage. The book is divided into 3 parts – a poem, an essay and a recipe (the poetical, theoretical and practical) and we offer it here as an ebook to freely share (email us) or a hardcopy that can be purchased via this blog (see righthand side bar of this website). If you wish to read more about the book head to Patrick’s blog. And if you wish to get your local library to order it in they can do so through us here.
Thank you Brett for taking all the pics on the day. And thank you Nikki, Maya, Ant, Mara, Jeremy, Brett and Kat for helping out on the day. Thank you to all present and future readers of re:)Fermenting culture and for the goodly labours you each perform to keep the earth flowering, fruiting and producing more and more fermentable fibres on the loved ground you call your home.
