thank you for your support... and, love Brother BugJar. I agree with you there, there are way more subtle ways of getting my point across w/o coming off like a hateful troll... sometimes, Irrational Behavior gets the better of me... like this time, and I just hammered it in there. thank you for recognizing this for the shining example of how not to clear your chest.brother I love you.
I don't know you and I love you. You contribute to this crazy shit we all love
I appreciate what you are trying to do. There are better ways to follow those who have influenced you other than trying to get banned.
please stop you are better than a troll
You shouldn't of had to soursmoker, I should've been more clear from the beginning... in subtler, kinder way... without all the BS.Lol I didn't understand this thread at first...
^^ no, wait... you got it.compost sure is compost...
Beautiful poems Brother Babbabud. I'm very grateful for your charming effort. thank you sir for these rays of sunshine...compost in a bucket
compost in a barrel
compost in a pile
compost is compost
whether in a bucket or a barrel
compost in a pile makes me smile
Darc you're fukn awesome. you are way cool in my book too...The search for environmental ethics, in the conventional modern sense, seems wrong-headed and fruitless … [Some] think“environmental ethics can be as tough, practical, rational and secular as prevailing Western ethics.” I find this neither desirable nor necessary, and perhaps not possible. …
The search … is not for environmental ethics but for ecological consciousness.
The attempt to solve these ecophilosophical problems on purely logical or conceptual grounds is to fail to realize that this approach is itself part of the old paradigm which needs to be replaced.
— George Sessions
Thank you for the poems Babbabud... and everyone for understanding.
Glad you finally got to shout it out Coba!
Sometimes lately those 'other voices' were drowning out all the really good things people have to say here at ICMag.
Thank you for understanding too... Payaso. I owe a lot to ICMag... I have a lot of respect for these 1's and 0's, the souls that make it work, how it works...... it's a wonderful place that has changed my life.
ICMag taught me how to grow. that's one of the greatest gifts anyone can give...
You guys really are something else man. Thanks.
^^ word.I never thought I was going to love rotting things....
Coba you the man....
Compost in a bucket that's what I go for
Timbuktu
Timbuktu you're pretty cool yourself.
I don't know what to say, I'm sorry. It was stupid to get online and rant like I did, absolutely.I can agree the poem is cool. Coba's rant is BS. So is the fantasy that voices were drowned out. As Forrest Gump's mom said, 'Stupid is as stupid does'
And, I have no excuse for being being so mean, hateful and stupid...
this is why xmobotx, you is one of teh coolest mofo's I know... You makes Bio-Dynamic compost in a bucket.i have been literally composting in a 5 gallon bucket ~it's not the whole process. I use some finished compost and add a little yarrow, alfalfa, and dandelion {cause thats what i got} this time i amended it w/ kelp crab and greensand
today, i separated the ongoing vermicompost in my tote and put some 1/4" hardware wire in the middle so i could add this compost in a bucket to my worms and they could move in to this from the finished vermicompost in the other side
Ode to Compost
Leaf and rind sit silent
atop the pile of waste
lifeless leftovers lingering
piled together in an organic grave
still sits the mound
quietly surveying the hum of activity
planting, watering, tending, milking, feeding, pruning,
harvesting, dancing, laughing, weeping, hoping
productivity surrounds the pile of refuse
restlessness judges the contemplation of the silent observer
yet in the inner life of that monastic pile
deep in the caverns of trash
the wet sponge of death is wrung out
hyssop and sour wine mixed with goat's milk and honey
beyond knowing and seeing
the pile teems and turns with
societies of decomposition
This civilization of death and decay
brings life
There is magic at work in the rotten stench
There is mystery to behold
in the watchman of the farm
Poem by Lucas Land
Coba go stick your head in a bucket.
I've calmed down... I won't make any more outbursts.