jade cricket

the writings of quin shakra, grad. student & AWOL farmer

A process of discovery

From Barbara Kruger's book "We Won't Play Nature to Your Culture" (1983)

A few months ago, I wrote the following in commemoration of Mano Farm’s one-year anniversary:

Humans are intrinsically embedded in an environment of cycles: the waxing and waning of the moon, the growing and shortening day lengths, the turning of the seasons; the extremes and balances of everything. Humans, never separate from nature, are thus cyclical creatures. Yet because contemporary life is largely organized on the basis of alternative measurement systems  — e.g. clock time, the eight hour day, the seven day week — it is easy for us to forget we are profoundly influenced by more primal cycles. Agriculture is unique in that it privileges the earth-based over the arbitrary…

My present context presents a stark counterpoint to mid-July:

4:03 am in the morning. I spent a lot of the last month working toward finishing my thesis prospectus so it’s only in the last week that I’ve been able to “come up for air” (whatever that means living in NYC). Tonight I’m re-reading Michel Foucault’s The History of Sexuality, vol. 1, specifically focusing on the sections where he discusses the relationship between sexuality and truth. Foucault is the most-cited philosopher I come across in what I read. Perhaps it’s my own limited scope of inquiry but I get this sense that there is no area of intellectual discourse he has not had an influenced. This is the century of Foucault. This would be annoying if his work were not erudite, lucid, humorous, and best of all useful. We all know the great books clarify either something about the world around us or our own vaguely intuitive thoughts we have about the world — or, in fact, altogether problematize the relationship between the two. The History of Sexuality is definitely one of those books. As I transcribed lengthy passages of the book — from which I’ll probably only cite a few sentences here and there for my thesis — I thought this would be my “desert island” book. Read more of this post

busy month.

this has been a busy month

two publications:

  1. Edible Ojai, Fall 2010. “Diary of a Fledgling Farmer, part 1.” Jane Handel, both editor and publisher of Edible Ojai, has positioned this as an ongoing series. I’m pretty excited about this, both in terms of the visibility this will give our farm and because I get to bring writing and farming together.
  2. Revisionist, “Self-prefacing.” This piece is in an online publication started by fellow students. It’s an offshoot of something I wrote about coming to terms with where i’m at…

rhode island


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“true love — but for the lack of providence” — ani difranco

Outlines demarcate the boundaries of our experiences like thick black lines of a coloring book.

I spent this last week traveling in Rhode Island. First I visited my friend Pete Rundlett at Moonstone Gardens near Wakefield. I met Pete last December when he came through Ojai during a bicycle tour of California and Arizona. He left our farm some watermelon seeds — dyhybridized from a variety known as “yellow doll” — that grew in our climate wonderfully. We received rave reviews from our CSA members about the melons.

Pete’s farmed at Moonstone — anywhere from one to three acres — for five years, and is going on his 10th year of experience as a farmer. We did a lot of hand weeding and winter squash harvesting inbetween some epic rains and windstorms. The farm is part of the land of Earth Care Farm, which hosts one of the state’s few large scale composting operations. Because Pete has virtually unlimited access to organic matter, the soil composition of the farm is quite a stark, especially in relationship to Mano Farm. At Mano we have a sandy clay loam; I would characterize the soils of Moonstone as silty sand. Read more of this post

someday.

I recognized in my mid-20s that because of this abuse, I would have the best excuse in the entire world not to follow my dreams of becoming a writer. Who could blame me after what I’d been through? Mere emotional survival was triumph enough.

The choice quickly became this: I could go the rest of my life with an airtight excuse for not doing what I wanted; or I could go the rest of my life doing what I wanted. It took me only a few months to decide which it would be. —Derrick Jensen, Endgame, p. 176

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I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry, you will someday. —Lester Burnham, “American Beauty”

Someday could be today; it could be any day really. Rewatching “American Beauty.” I’m reminded of how the art I love is the art that moves me to change something about myself — to break free, to break away.

The other great art is the art that moves me to change something outside myself. Read more of this post