BOOK REVIEW: The One-Straw Revolution by Masanobu Fukuoka

The One-Straw RevolutionThe One-Straw Revolution by Masanobu Fukuoka
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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I kept running into references to this book in my readings about food and farming, and, eventually, I figured it must be a must-read. One topic that’s of interest to me (and should be of interest to everyone) is how [or, perhaps, whether] humanity can be sustainably fed, given the realities of human nature. Fukuoka (d. 2008) was at the vanguard of what’s been called the “natural farming” movement (a term he admitted he didn’t love.) He spent decades growing rice, other grains, and fruits in rural Shikoku, Japan, using a minimalist approach.

The book mixes philosophy, biography, commentary on food / nutrition, and instruction in Fukuoka’s approach to agriculture. Guided by a philosophy of “wu wei” (i.e. “effortless action,”) Fukuoka figured out how to reduce the amount of effort and resources put into farming, while maintaining crop yields that were competitive with the standard farming model. His approach appears backwards, lazy, and unlikely to succeed. He didn’t plow his fields. He planted by casting seed into the previous crop before harvesting it (note: he alternated rice with winter grains.) He didn’t weed, but rather let white clover grow freely and used the stalks and chaff from one harvest as cover for the next (again, rotating crops,) a cover that biodegraded into nutrients. He used no chemicals, neither fertilizer nor insecticide. And yet, important details of his approach kept his yields up while using minimal resources to maximum effect by operating in accord with nature (e.g. no insecticides seems to risk infestation, but it also means that you haven’t killed the creatures that eat pests.)

Fukuoka’s philosophy combines the principles of nature, Buddhist & Taoist concepts, and – believe it or not — something reminiscent of Nihilism (without calling it such.) There are parts of the book that some might find disagreeable. For example, Fukuoka uses an analogy that draws on the Mahayanist view of the distinction between Mahayana and “Hinayana” that Theravadins may find offensive (fyi: the older branch of Buddhism considers “Hinayana” to be derogatory and believes it’s a label based on a mistaken belief.) [To be fair, Fukuoka explicitly stated that he belonged to no religion and he claimed no expertise on the subject.] More likely to take offense are scientists and agricultural researchers, a group who takes it from both barrels. [Fukuoka says his opposition to scientists is that they fill the same role in society as the discriminating mind plays in mental activity, and he values the non-discriminating mind.]

I found this book to be loaded with food-for-thought. It raises a number of questions that aren’t answered inside (e.g. is Fukuoka’s approach scalable?,) but it’s a fascinating and highly readable introduction to natural farming. I’d highly recommend it for those interested in the subject.


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Autumn Bales [Haiku]

in autumn, 
hay bales cast long shadows
on close-cropped fields

Harvest Mind [Common Meter]

The heavy heads of lolling grain 
were shifting in the breeze.
A harvester did chomp it down,
reaping before the freeze.

Now we'll stare at the naked field,
feeling something 's been lost,
seeing nothing but stalk stubble -
stiffened and white with frost.

What's culled from the harvest mind
when all the fields are cleared,
and dancing plants of robust grain
are newly disappeared?

Ripe Rice [Haiku]

fields of ripe rice
stretch to the horizon
to meet smoky skies

The Flood [Senryū]

a farmer surveys
his new stretch of sea,
mulling careers

Ripe Rice [Haiku]

fields of ripe rice
as far as the eye can see -
sickle harvested

Patchwork Lands [Free Verse]

patchwork 
in shades of green, 
beige, 
and rust-red clay

geometries formed
of odd angles

spreading ahead
to the edge of
sight 
& 
imagination

so many fields
in so many states -
yet, all in one
time
&
place

there, I felt
a tad bit infinite,
being stretched
from a stable center
in all directions
as time sprawled
first to last
in no particular order

Harvest Cycle [Common Meter]

The field is neat; the stalks are baled;
the grain sits in baskets
to be carried back home to dry 
on thin sheets of plastic.

The chaff will be cracked from the grain
so that it can be ground
into flour, and baked into bread
that I'll eat sans a sound

as I enjoy the view.

POEM: Fallow Field Heroics [Ottava Rima]

I wander though the fallow field.
The weeds and unintended plants
are stealing food of increased yield,
but soil is churned by worms and ants
whose labors stay subtly concealed.
It looks like nothing at a glance,
but bold heroics are afoot
to till the soil for fine output.

Agriculture & Nature Haiku

grazing sheep,
loitering head down;
what awes them?

 

rice terraces,
disguising man’s order
in nature’s green

 

ripe wheat,
bobbing in a breeze —
sea-like moves

 

on a range
that stretches beyond sight
but not mind

 

tea plantation,
a snake slithers through
amid the pickers