Wednesday, 20 September 2017

September 6-10: PERMACULTURA IN PUGLIA – THERE'S MORE THAN OLIVES IN THEM THǣR OSTUNI HILLS


Trullo top, Puglian coastline from the train
Knowing I'm on my way to Puglia, I don't feel quite so sad about leaving the bustling lagoon of Venice. The ever further its waters are from my back, the more my city self settles into a sedimentary layer and the countryside self comes to the surface.  

After an easy switch at Bologna and passing through Ravenna, the tracks make for the eastern Adriatic coast. Inside the cool Trenitalia Frecciabianca carriage, views out the window reveal sunbathers prone in the midday heat, sometimes in alarming close-up near the tracks, back-dropped by a stripe of white sand, a sizzling void of azure sea and sky. Purgatory. 

In an instant I entirely ditch the stylish maze of art. I long to be outside, scuffed with red Apulian dirt.

Linking waterflow in the red-earthed arid zone with earthworks made from olive branches
For my friends living near Ostuni, at the top of the eastern curve of the heel of southern Italy, dedicated regenerative mediation with the land requires a cocktail of observation, research, elbow grease, locally-sourced mulch, and diverse complimentary planting systems, all spiked with assorted mammal manure. In the arid Mediterranean and EU-subsidized olive mono-culture climate, one devotional offering to diversity in their little oasis is a straw-bale cooled/sheltered, horse dung-packed old bathtub, full of zucchini.

Happy as zucchini in horse shit
In October 2013 Mark Meer and Paola Olacalo Calogero harvested their first olives here, right after buying a 0.5 hectare plot of olive-studded land. I’ve been taking strolls beneath their trees since September 2014, when Mark and I first met on a 72-hour PDC (permaculture design course) led by Rod Everett http://www.rodspermaculture.co.uk/ with assistance from Mill Millichap.  

The PDC was held at nearby dance, arts and permaculture project Cassina Settarte http://www.casinasettarte.org/wordpress/?lang=en, another place which I have since returned to twice. I’d discovered the most-affordably priced PDC via the magical, international internet/the all-encompassing UK Permaculture Association’s web noticeboard https://www.permaculture.org.uk/education/course-listings.

One of the local lucertola catching some morning sun
During a field day component of our PDC, our two-dozen-strong posse convoyed here through the Puglian landscape - inhabited by domed, white-tipped stone trulli - then navigated a labyrinth of dry-stone wall-edged roads and numerous olive groves before an ultimate slow-bump down a prickly-pear and purple-blue morning-glory avenued dirt access track. At that stage the property was a rectangle, mainly bearing ubiquitous old-root-stock grapes, 78 olive trees, a chicken tractor, a few chickens, and several bee hives. 

Unsustainable old-school 90s hose irrigation on a nearby property. DON'T do it like this


Track action
In the couple's first winter here they added, among others, cherries, mulberries, and Judas trees. They nestled their fruit trees and encampments of rosemary and sage beside low, dew-shedding stone walls. With guidance from Luciano Furcas, they placed small, carbon-matter-rich 'Bio-Rollo' spirals and circles into the ground to start off numerous, heavily mulched vegetable beds. Though Mark says there wasn’t really a comprehensive design for the land at the start: hopeful money forked out for enriching green manure crops proved a mistake – the imported seed failed whereas local (nitrogen fixing) vetch flourished. Lesson learned.

Aromatic perennial herbs like sage and rosemary drink in water gathering by the walls
The property has since expanded. Most tangibly, with one son, Diego, and the November 2016 purchase of adjacent sections of land - one with a house, one with almond trees - to create a 1.3 hectare grove counting 130 olive trees (2017 almond harvest, 18 kilos; 2016 oil harvest, circa 600 litres). 

They receive a small annual heritage and ecological subsidy. "If you have olives you get EU support money, but the subsidy has created a mono-culture in southern Italy," says Mark. Integrated, complementary planting systems traditionally add in perennial herbs, fava beans, and asparagus, though the latter's spines tear the olive-catching nets, so he's not keen on planting it in the grove.

The mega-thick-walled homestead, under renovation
The 2014 PDC working group I was part of had made development suggestions, mainly rejected - permaculture requires being open to feedback; open mind and thick skin optional but highly recommended. Though one suggestion of a giant, spiral-inspired, curving Bio- Rollo earthwork was placed this year to link all the property’s storage and capillary/wicking water zones. The Bio-Rollos here are made from copious olive prunings, gathered and bundled into long, flexible sausage-shapes, then situated as desired, forming a base for planting. On Mark and Paula's land the old cistern, earliest gardens, new gardens and earthworks now form a complete system. The earthworks "create fertility working with water."

Winter is coming, but another new garden is ready for planting
Cistern capacity has been dramatically increased to a total of 158,000 litres of life-giving water and both structure height and slope behind the house are being utilized to create adequate water pressure for a washing machine. Grey water from the house will go directly to fruit trees. As part of his inspiration, Mark recommends Art Ludwig's book Create an Oasis with Greywater, recently updated in a sixth edition http://oasisdesign.net/greywater/createanoasis/   

Perfectly adapted old root stock grapes that keep popping up everywhere, adding green to the landscape, are being grafted. New fruit trees continue to be integrated into the design. Though a crafty pack of dogs managed to break into the chicken tractor one night and savage all the birds, chickens - and their useful dung - will return. 

A dry composting toilet is being built using a design that uses gravity/slope to oxygenate faeces, a metal pipe grid to facilitate oxygenation further - "Oxygenation is the main protection against pathogens" - and hydraulic lime waterproofing. "No human shit will mix with water on this land," emphasises Mark. Sealed against mosquitoes, toilet contents will be removed regularly to another enclosed system for a year, then used as fertiliser for fruit trees.

Shitting bricks: the Clivus Multrum-design composting toilet's back side will be sealed with a door
The deadline for house move-in is spring 2018. Long uninhabited, it's been cleared out, internal walls freshly painted, and the kitchen opened up with a new skylight. I was feasted on by mosquitoes while painting boards inside for the loft bed: mosquito screens on windows are inevitable. A wood-burning cook-stove will be moved down from their current home and a wet-back added. 

New base for a straw-bale wall going onto the front of the house
A mini-system of terraces designed by a local friend, Jean-Claude, has been created on the small slope beside the house. An unconventional keyline-swale mash-up, it's an adaptation of traditional stone-walled terraces. The water this system helps retain in the land will gradually filter down slope to the circular garden in front of the house. 


Terraces mash-up
“Usually you wouldn't do this,” says Mark, “but in a desert-like land – we only have two big rain events per year – this system works well.” A substantial base of olive branch cuttings allows for oxygenation, covered by rocks and stones of various shapes and sizes, topped with soil, and the whole compacted beneath the full weight-bearing load of an excavator blade.

Aside from the tangible, intangible influence is creeping in too, as community mindset changes: one neighbour has been inspired to cease spraying an adjacent property. With time, knowledge and good practice, people are facilitating harmony. 

It's permaculture ethics in action: earth care, people care, fair share. Better stewardship for the future of the land, for people, plants and creatures we collectively have responsibility for, that's what it's all about.

No spray here, but watch out for prickly pear prickles
Let's call it breakfast, one of the season's final figs

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

ANOTHER POEM ABOUT VENICE a.k.a. WHEN YOUR CRUCIAL COMPUTER'S OPS SYSTEM IS SLOWLY REINSTALLING IN ROME SO YOU GO BACK TO ANALOGUE/BORROW A FRIEND'S COMPUTER

The Cousin Venice Film Festival Party: Poet Spy on the Wall 


Villa Laguna 
Sandro Gallo 6 
Lido Venezia 
4 September 2017 
to music played by DJ Versini 


So now I’m just landed in a seaside garden, a complimentary glass of prosecco at hand 
and Venezia at my back, 
industry agent of Ilaria (festival journalist extraordinaire), 

there are people who know one another and I know not one of them 
and suspect that the cinematic budget who paid for my drink is 
inside the curtained salon at supper, at a long table, in 
the dining room where everything is white 

by day, the brightness would hurt your eyes 
by night, the water of the lagoon soothes green-grey 
out here the spots on the medium centrepiece tree alternate red-pink-green-blue-fade yellow 
and somewhere above street-side big bats scoop their own evening feast from the dark 

the dj is lighting things up, fingers are dancing on 
keyboards of mobile phones, scavenger-appointed 
gulls skim the breeze and land to bob in the pools of gloaming 

at 10:40 late here comes a long-blonde denim-suited off-shoulders hoodied ten-year-old roaming 
bored shitless, flown the dinner coop, possibly a film star’s daughter, 
not being paid attention to well enough 
with this much strutting listless poise and 
less direction than the seabirds, till she heads 
determined, back into the salon 

on a mission, feels like a cue as a vague 
breathy hue drift-flips off the waves 

it is an off-party in an on place 
it’s what you make of it, encapsulated in candid snapshots, heralding these ones’ day in the sun 
as the bored photographer flashes a smile on to do her job, they back against the photo-op backdrop 

it’s a thumbnail caught in this display box of words, a report for Ilaria written, an exhibit, wing tips pinned 

EXIT accredited journalists and poet hackers 

envelope scrap parchment 
Ends. 
                

Monday, 11 September 2017

LOOKING BACK POETICALLY AT THE PAST


excerpt from Looking for Lago di Lecco

            Seaside to Mountains Closing Stretch

 
Just before dusk the
Orient Express pulls into
Venezia Mestre. Two pigeons
hushed upon the wires above
getting ready
to settle in for the evening
pay little or no heed
at their own business, the chefs
in the carrozza di servizio
preparing dinner, and in
the carrozza ristorante tables
being laid,     reverently
platform people pull out
tablets, cameras, phones to record
this momentous romantic train event, lamps glow
accommodatingly on the restaurant tables,
their fringed shades blush pink.
From the neighbouring platform a regional pulls out
ushering in
low gold rays gleaming dim
on navy blue and white paint,
on brass window fittings,
on the simple stained glass
ovals which punctuate each and every carriages’ ends
as one and all we ride off into the dusted sunset