#burning fields

Hungary torches 500 hectares of GM corn to eradicate GMOs from food supply

When it comes to protecting the public from GMOs, Hungary knows how to get the job done: set fire to the fields growing GM corn!

Although environmentalists might at first argue about the ramifications of burning so much organic matter right out in the open, the deeper truth is that genetic pollution poses a vastly more serious threat to our world, and burning GM corn is the one sure way…

Spaceship Earth – ny singel från Burningfields featuring Merit Hemmingson ​Låten Spaceship Earth är den första låten ifrån gruppen Burningfields. Det är ett samarbete mellan tre personer som kommer från helt olika bakgrunder. Den prisbelönta tonsättaren och sångerskan Maria Lithell Flyg, låtskrivaren och producenten Anders Wollbeck och den legendariska sångerskan och musikern Merit Hemmingson. Låten släpps den 18 oktober.

Texten tar avstamp i sextiotalsfilosofen Marshall McLuhans klassiska citat ”There are no passengers on spaceship earth. We are all crew.” Ett citat som associeras till början av miljörörelsen och förstås är lika aktuellt idag. Musikaliskt har inspiration hämtats från både folkton, electronica och moderna beats.

Låten är illustrerad av en poetisk video regisserad av Ola Mork och Bengan Widell inspelad på Gotland där också Merit Hemmingson bor och medverkar.

Spaceship Earth kommer också att släppas i andra versioner senare i höst – en klubbremix av Elias Bravo och en akustisk version där bland andra Lisa Långbacka och Lisa Grotherus står för ackompanjemanget.

Medverkande ​Anders Wollbeck: Komposition, arrangemang och produktion ​Maria Lithell Flyg: Komposition och sång. Arrangemang akustisk version ​Merit Hemmingson: Sång ​Elias Bravo: Klubbremix samt mix och mastring ​Ola Mork och Bengan Widell: Videoregi ​Pär Olsson: Drönarfoto ​Odd Shades: Post-production ​Tack till Destination Gotland

För mer information:Maria Lithell https://marialithell.se ​Anders Wollbeck https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anders_Wollbeck ​Merit Hemmingson http://www.meritone.se/om-mig/ ​Ola Mork http://www.morkman.se

Official press release: Magic Bullet Records today unveils several excellent titles from across the punk, hardcore, and metal spectrums as part of the label’s 20th anniversary reissue celebration, including the “4010” b/w “Away” 7″ from Christie Front Drive, the long out-of-print Not Of this World split 7″ from Coliseum and Doomriders,and six digital titles from defunct Central California melodic…

By Geeta Anand, NY Times, Nov. 2, 2016

MAULVIWALA, India--Desperate to reduce the pollution that has made New Delhi’s air quality among the worst in the world, the city has banned private cars for two-week periods and campaigned to reduce its ubiquitous fireworks during holiday celebrations.

But one thing India has not seriously tried could make the most difference: curtailing the fires set to rice fields by hundreds of thousands of farmers in the nearby states of Punjab and Haryana, where much of the nation’s wheat and rice is grown.

Although India’s environmental court, the National Green Tribunal, told the government last year to stop farmers from burning the straw left over from their rice harvests, NASA satellite images in recent weeks have shown virtually no abatement. Farmers are continuing to burn most of the leftover straw--an estimated 32 million tons--to make room to plant their winter wheat crop.

While fireworks associated with the Hindu holiday of Diwali were blamed for a particularly bad smog problem in recent days, smoke from the crop fires blowing across the northern plains into New Delhi accounts for about one-quarter of the most dangerous air pollution in the winter months. In the growing metropolis of nearly 20 million people, pollution soared well above hazardous levels in the past week.

Farmers 100 miles north in Punjab were well aware that they were contaminating the capital’s air, they said in interviews, and were willing to consider other ways to dispose of the excess straw, but could not afford the options offered by the government.

“We are smart, and we have adopted new technology in the past,” said Jaswant Singh, 53, as he watched a fire sweep across a 20-acre field near his village, Maulviwala, about 140 miles northwest of New Delhi.

He planned to set his own seven-and-a-half-acre rice paddy ablaze in a couple of days, he said, “because we can’t afford to pay for the new technology ourselves.”

The air was thick with smoke that evening as I drove the two hours back to Punjab’s capital, Chandigarh, after spending several hours with Mr. Singh and other farmers. The smoke made it hard to see, slowing traffic to a crawl, and breathing was difficult. My lungs hurt with each breath, even though I have never had respiratory problems.

The smoke rising from the fires visible on farms on either side of the road would most likely reach Delhi in another week, depending on the wind’s strength and direction. Farmers began burning their fields two weeks ago, and levels of the smallest particles, called PM 2.5 and believed to pose the greatest health risk, were already soaring.

On Monday night, levels of these particles in one Delhi neighborhood reached 688 micrograms per cubic meter, more than 10 times the healthy limit set by the Indian government, the Delhi Pollution Control Committee’s website said. In every neighborhood where air quality data was available, particle levels were at least four times the limit, putting most areas in the hazardous range by Indian standards, which are more lenient than those set by the World Health Organization.

Asked how they could keep burning their crop remnants knowing they were causing health problems in New Delhi, Mr. Singh and other farmers said they were deeply concerned, especially because their families also suffered from the ill effects of the smoke. But still, they said, they could not afford to dispose of the material any other way.

In theory, as is often the case in India, it should be relatively easy to stop the burning. The government is promoting a seeder that can be mounted on a tractor and used to plant wheat without the need to dispose of the straw left after the rice harvest.

But Mr. Singh and others I spoke to said they could not afford the $1,900 cost of the most widely available brand, Happy Seeder. That is as much as some farmers earn from their entire rice harvest, they said. And they are reluctant to incur more debt, having already taken out loans for their daughters’ marriages and past equipment purchases.

To encourage farmers to use the seeders, the government is offering to pay half the cost. Yet it has money for only a tiny fraction of the farmers, said Bhure Lal, chairman of the Environmental Pollution (Prevention and Control) Authority, which was set up by the Supreme Court of India in 1998.

Another alternative to crop burning, Mr. Lal and the farmers said, would be to create a market for the excess straw. So far, seven power plants that generate electricity from straw have been built in Punjab, and six more are on the drawing board.

But together, all 13 would consume only 1.5 million of the 20 million tons of straw produced in Punjab every year, or less than 10 percent, said Polash Mukerjee, a researcher at the Center for Science and Environment, a New Delhi research and advocacy group, who also assists Mr. Lal’s environmental authority. That is not enough to create a market for the straw, so it would still cost farmers far more to gather it and bring it to the plant than to burn it in their fields.

“If the government paid me for my straw, I’d stop burning it today,” said Shabaz Singh, 32, who grows 25 acres of rice and wheat in Maulviwala.

The burning of crops was outlawed some time ago. But, like many laws in India, it is widely ignored. Certainly, none of the farmers feared being hit with fines that are supposed to range from $38 to $225.

“If the government wants to stop it, it can stop it,” said Harjinder Singh, a father of two school-age children from Duttal village, who was the only farmer I met on my visit who said he did not intend to burn his crop. “But the government lacks the will to do so.”

Mr. Singh and his brother, Narinder Singh, 38, were riding on a tractor pulling the Happy Seeder device when I stopped by their 12-acre farm last week. They used a government subsidy to cover half of the cost of the device, and paid about $950 themselves.

It has worked well for them in the three years since they bought it, the brothers said. Not only did they avoid burning their straw, they said, but their yields of both wheat and rice went up, suggesting that leaving the straw on the ground instead of burning it was improving the fertility of the soil.

Mr. Mukerjee said he believed many more farmers would adopt the Happy Seeder machines if the government made subsidies more widely available.

But so far, neither state nor federal governments have committed the money, he and Mr. Lal said. The Punjab government told Mr. Lal’s environmental authority that providing all Punjab farmers with Happy Seeder machines would cost about $1.5 billion.

running from the endgame from the depths of this desire afraid to touch the meaning fearing the spread of this fire

It started as an ember in a chamber long forgotten left there among the cinders in a vessel that was rotten its rhythm forever altered by the cowardice of concession which moved it without honor towards a deadlier procession slipping from the causeway as the waters overtake it knowing no bend to the rule so this pressure here, will break it but perhaps that was the outcome built into this from the start this self-made bottomless pit I once knew to be my heart

running from the endgame from the depths of this desire afraid to touch the meaning fearing the spread of this fire

It started as an echo in a chamber long forsaken of a verse that wouldn’t let go despite how much granted’s taken its rhythm alters again by the impatience of misfortune changing all the steps to come forcing this fractured contortion which halts all forward motion with floodwaters on the rise so the current now takes over the path concealed from all eyes but perhaps that was the outcome constructed from the start when the pen first took the bottom from the pit that was my heart

running from the endgame from the depths of this desire afraid to touch the meaning fearing the spread of this fire for knowing once it starts its path won’t simply yield its havoc won’t be contained here to the burning fields

it started as an ember unaffected by the floods in a long forgotten chamber with flowered blooms of toxic buds and yet still the rhythm alters within the contexts of contention weighted by the grief of loss beyond seeds of intervention once again the causeway rises but it’s now off in the distance and each step taken towards it is met with a resistance but perhaps that was the outcome prescribed from the start when this pit first lost the bottom as I first opened up my heart

running from the endgame from the depths of this desire afraid to touch the meaning fearing the spread of this fire for knowing once it starts its path won’t simply yield its havoc won’t be contained here to the burning fields

it started as an ember