Tuesday 18 September 2012

PAUL'S VENISON RECIPES


PAUL’S VENISON RECIPES

[although Paul is a vegetarian, he is still a master chef skilled with meat dishes]

 

Venison Roast #1

3 lb Chunk of venison roast (or Roll it if its in steak Form)

2 c Onion - Cut up (2 in. Pieces)

2 c Potato - Cut up "

1 c Carrots - cut up "

1 c Fresh mushrooms - sliced

2 tb Liquid smoke

3 tb (or more) Worchestershire Sauce

3 tb (or more) Soy Sauce

1/2 c Beef broth

Assorted Meat herbs (whatever you like)

 

Put a LARGE oven cooking bag in an oblong baking pan (so that the bag fits inside the pan). To the bag, add the venison. Add all liquids, then veggies around the meat. Put the mushrooms on top of everything else, then the spices on top of them. You want to have about 1 inch of liquid in the bottom of the bag, so if you need more, add a little water (or white wine).  Seal bag.  Poke several small holes in top of bag to let steam escape. Bake at 300-325 for 3-1/2 hours. (If you chop the veggies big, they won't overcook).

 

Elk/Deer Spanish Pot Roast

3 lb Pot roast of Elk or Deer

11 Sliced stuffed olives

1/4 lb Salt pork

1 Medium onion, sliced

3 tb Margarine or butter

2 c Canned tomatoes

1 ts Salt

1/4 ts Pepper

1 ts Sugar

 

Cut small pockets along sides of the roast with a sharp knife.  Fill these pockets with sliced olives and salt pork which has been cut into small strips.  Brown onion slices in butter.  Remove onions and blown roast in hot fat.  Add canned tomatoes, salt, pepper, sugar and browned onion.  Cover and simmer until meat is tender - about 3 to 4 hours. Thicken liquid for gravy.

 

 

Grilled Venison Steaks

12 lb To 14 pound venison hind-quarter

16 oz Bottle commercial Italian dressing

2 3/4 oz Package dry onion soup mix

3/4 c Butter; melted

2 ts Pepper

Separate each muscle of the hindquarter, and cut away from bone. Slice each muscle across the grain into 1-inch thick slices (reserve remaining meat for use in another recipe). Remove and discard the white membrane surrounding each steak.  Combine salad dressing and soup mix in a large, shallow dish, stirring well; add steaks. Cover and marinate steaks in refrigerator for one hour, turning once.  Combine butter and pepper, stirring well; set aside. Remove steaks from marinade. Grill about 5 inches from hot coals 8 to 10 minutes on each side or until done, basting occasionally with butter mixture.

10 to 12 servings.

 

 

Hunter's Style Venison

1 1/2 pounds of venison, cut in chunks (need not be the most tender portions)

1/4 cup butter

1 pound sliced mushrooms

1 bunch of green onions, chopped

1 can beef bouillon

1/2 cup dry white wine

parsley

onion powder

garlic powder

herb croutons

 

Brown the venison in butter, add mushrooms and green onions and saute for several minutes.  Add bouillon, seasonings and wine, cover and simmer for two hours, until meat is very tender, or remove to a baking dish, cover and bake at 325 degrees for two hours. When ready to serve, add 2 cups herb croutons, stir and serve.

 

 

Venison Roast #2

(Use sirloin tip or round)

For a really tasty, tender roast, bake only to the point of being rare or medium. More than this could cause the roast to be a little dry or tough. The best way to judge the doneness is with a meat thermometer. Rare 130-135; medium rare 135-140; medium 140-145 degrees.

First brown the roast on all sides in a little hot lard.  Season the roast with a combination of celery salt, coarse ground pepper and garlic powder.  Place the roast on a rack in a baking pan.  Lay several thin strips of bacon or fresh side over the top. Roast at 425 degrees for about 15 minutes per pound of meat.

 

 

Venison Pot Roast #3

3-pound venison roast

lard

1 1/2 cups beef broth

1/2 cup dry white or red wine

5 carrots, cut in 2-inch pieces

3 celery stalks, cut in 3-inch pieces

3 potatoes, quartered then halved

salt and pepper to taste

 

Heat oven to 350 degrees.  Mix 1/3 cup flour, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1/4 teaspoon pepper, 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder and 1 teaspoon parsley.  Coat meat with the flour mixture and place in a Dutch oven.  Brown it on all sides in a little lard.  Add the broth, wine and any remaining flour mixture and stir.  Cover and bake the roast for about 1 1/2 hours.  Add the vegetables and bake for another hour. A delicious old-fashioned meal.

 

 

Venison Pot Roast #4

1/3 cup flour

1/2 tsp. marjoram leaves

1/2 tsp. thyme

1/2 tsp. garlic salt

1/4 tsp. pepper

2 1/2 to 3-pound venison roast

1 can French onion soup

1/2 cup coffee

3 tbls. lard

1 rutabaga, peeled and cut in bite-size chunks

4 small turnips, cut up

2 parsnips, peeled and cut up; carrots, cut up, as many as you like

2 or 3 stalks of celery, cut up

2 medium onions, quartered

 

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine first five ingredients in a large plastic bag and mix.  Add the roast and shake to coat.  Brown the roast on all sides in lard in a Dutch oven.  Add the rest of the flour mixture, the soup and the coffee and stir until smooth and bubbly.  Cover and bake for 1 to 1 1/2 hours. Add the vegetables and return to oven. Bake for another 1 to 1 1/2 hours.

Thursday 7 June 2012

CHRIST THE ALCHEMIST


             CHRIST THE ALCHEMIST

(at Union Square, Manhattan, March 10, 2012)





Which the authentic inscape of the pigeon throat:
   Chlorophyll filled green greening shimmer
Nor feathered royal rank pure purple coat;
   Chameleon chimera counterpoints; which dimmer?
Furious and fiery filled full, formed, fulfilled
Babylon is sweetscape manscape manbuild
   Happy heat feathered alchemy to the common green
Bitters unformed foul fetal fatal cold coal,
   Prediluvian primal primed to her purple sheen;
But her instress sold; the gold soul goal
   For the royal robe robbed.                                 Christ is alchemist,
          Word, green begot purple; our instress he’s bought
   For us to keep, Babylon’s inscape unmissed,
           Authentic inscape bought begot re-wrought.





Copyright© 2012, K’lakokum

ALPHABET


all the wisdom of the wise
within the alphabet it lies
but only he who letters bands
the wisdom under stands





Copyright © 1968, 1976, 2010 K’lakokum

I BEHELD SATAN FALLING


    MAENTWROG #37


             TO CHRIST OUR LORD

How looks heaven now stung with brilliance, missing

   no minted gilded golden spoked wheel of fire, moted

of million-fold pointed pierced light eyelets singing

   where Michael by all that starry press is voted

most spiritual, principal, pre-eminent; a first-song

   to lesser breaking indivisible ray-notes, all save-

ing nor sparing crescendo of tiny flames heaven-long;

   never the blazing praise concluding the galactic octave!



   Lucifer is zealous in jealousy, self-smitten by pride;

  by his own heart wounded, his darkness must hide ---

         his stars now all the sand of earth.



         From my own dark grain let me birth

   my fallen star into a little light of mine;

  let me so shine, o Lord, to reflect thine!



[OADA]...The poem above was begun by K’lakokum when he was Gerard Manley Hopkins residing at Maentwrog in Wales, and that early work is found in the Hopkins archives in their Maentwrog section, labeled as ‘Fragment 37’.  K’lakokum completed this poem in his current incarnation in 2003, and has retained the archival title given by Simon Baruch/Robert Bridges.  For continuity, he has used, for the fourth time, the same sub-title as in Windhover.  The present version, for reasons of typographical limitation in this format only, does not provide the sprung rhythm marks which it does contain in the manuscript.

[OADB]...The event described in the first triplet of the sestet in this sonnet occurs frequently in the poetry of K’lakokum, qua K’lakokum, qua Gerard Manley Hopkins, qua Andrew, qua Jeremiah.  It has numerous short references and five detailed descriptions in the Judeo-Christian scriptures.  Two of those five are written in the past tense, two in the future tense, one in the present tense.  The event is thus a continuous event, in fact, THE Alpha-Omega event which is both the first and last event of TIME.  It is the Event which describes the nature of time.  It is THE heresy counter-point to the Word of God, that Person who embodies the solution to the problem of Time, and who is described in the octet of this sonnet.  It is an event which begins with em-body-ing, with understanding the nature of reality creation.



Copyright © 2003, K’lakokum

Extract from original manuscript notes to Against the American Heresy


Friday 1 June 2012

IF ONLY APPREHENDED!


IF ONLY APPREHENDED!




Do you see the Reichstag burning, Pierre?

   Are the flames those that Hitler saw

When his War Measures Act filled the air

   With smoke and mirrors spewing forth the raw

Skeleton of hate, this, the first empowering

   Of the unmeasured war, no act; real blood?

Shall we now await the great drenching

   Imposition of Gleichschaltung, the flood

Of fascist intrusion any-everywhere?  Now

   Does our Brampton Brick need the night

Shift to keep up with coming ovens?  How

   Shall you select the chosen kind of right

             People?  My liberty I forced bequeath

             As you grin through your rose in teeth.

NOTES:



This sonnet was written on November 6, 1970; about three weeks after Prime Minister Trudeau had proclaimed the War Measures Act.  It became the first in a series of poems published in South of Tuk by the Kangaroo City poets who were known as the triplets.

[Sydney Barak Lynt, Bernhardt Schmidt and K’lakokum were born within 19 hours of each other, geographically from east to west, such that they have absolutely identical horoscopes, with many of the events of their lives being precisely parallel (all three had their first son born on August 28, 1968, for example). The three poets are Librans, an astrological characteristic which they shared with Trudeau. All three found Mr. Trudeau’s personality to be charismatic and felt some form of affinity to him because they shared so many traits and interests with him – but all three detested Mr. Trudeau’s politics.]  The triplets felt that declaration of War Measures was a false flag operation.

This sonnet opens with a reference to the Reichstag fire which was the false flag which was used to bring Hitler to power in Germany in 1932.  The poem expresses fears that Canada will see similar Gleichschaltung and other consequences of fascist power:  “my liberty I forced bequeath”.  [footnote on Gleichschaltung pending]

The word ‘apprehended’ in the title is intended to convey the two meanings:

to be apprehensive is to fear;

to apprehend is to understand;

knowledge casts out fear.

The War Measures Act suspended Common Law and all civil rights and permitted (quote from the law):

(a) censorship and the control and suppression of publications, writings, maps, plans, photographs, communications and means of communication;

(b) arrest, detention, exclusion and deportation;

(c) control of the harbours, ports and territorial waters of Canada and the movements of vessels;

(d) transportation by land, air, or water and the control of the transport of persons and things;

(e) trading, exportation, importation, production and manufacture;

(f) appropriation, control, forfeiture and disposition of property and of the use thereof.

Section Five of the law included a provision that any action initiated under the law could continue even after the emergency had officially ended:

             any and all proceedings instituted or commenced by or under the authority of the Governor in Council before the issue of such last mentioned proclamation, the continuance of which he may authorize, may be carried on and concluded as if the said proclamation had not issued.

Section Three of the law specified that “the provisions of sections 6, 10, 11 and 13 of this Act shall only be in force during war, invasion, or insurrection, real or apprehended.” In other words, the other sections could continue indefinitely – even after the War Measures Act was repealed in 1988. 

Section Two of the law specified that any illegal action prior to proclamation of the Act was now retroactively legitimized:  “All acts and things done or omitted to be done prior to the passing of this Act... which, had they been done or omitted after the passing of this Act, would have been authorized by this Act or by orders or regulations hereunder, shall be deemed to have been done or omitted under the authority of this Act, and are hereby declared to have been lawfully done or omitted.”


The law was officially in effect from proclamation on October 16, 1970 until it was replaced by the Public Order (Temporary Measures) Act on November 27, 1970.  The Public Order Act expired on April 30, 1971, thereby re-instating all but four sections of the War Measures Act.

The War Measures Act allowed the issuance of regulations which are still in effect.  Surveillance of known or suspected extremists including search and seizure without warrant by Canada’s secret police was permitted by regulation.  This surveillance is a process which has no conclusion as specified in Section Five, therefore the authorization continues even though the Act itself has long since been repealed!

One example:  In the summer of 1970, 55 participants and 5 instructors, all staunch anti-communists, met at Rice Lake (near Peterborough) for a guerrilla/survival training camp.  The 37 Canadian participants and 2 Canadian instructors all brought their weapons, but attendees with American passports (from USA and France), and attendees with British passports (from UK, Rhodesia, South Africa, Chile and Sikkim) brought nothing across the border which might attract attention.  Somebody took attendance records for the secret police, it turned out later (I personally now suspect the Canadian instructor who was an on-furlough high-ranking military officer).  On October 6, 1971, (my 21st birthday!!) two weeks before Soviet Premier Kosygin was due to visit Canada, these 39 Canadian participants were visited by Canadian secret police, had their premises searched without warrant, and their guns confiscated, never to be returned, although all confiscated weapons were properly registered.  This was authorized by Section Five based on information legitimized by Section Two [-- “unmeasured war” in the poem above].  Most of the Canadian population was under the delusion that the crisis was officially over as of the April 30th, 1971 expiry of Public Order (Temporary Measures) Act.  It was a wise move by police --  Geza Matrai had no weapon when he assaulted Kosygin in Ottawa [see South of Tuk #3 OR http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=2194&dat=19711221&id=MJA0AAAAIBAJ&sjid=Xu0FAAAAIBAJ&pg=4087,2344434 OR: http://colinkenny.ca/en/Throwing-Shoes-Wrestling-a-Russian-Rude-Protests-Yes-But-At-Least-No-Shots-Were-Fired

and the five anti-communists (including two Kangaroo poets) who got inside police lines within 30 feet of Kosygin at the Ontario Science Centre via a storm sewer entrance two blocks away on St. Denis Drive, were unable to do anything more than shout slogans.

Any ongoing project which was initiated by regulations issued between October 16, 1970 and April 30, 1971, or which had commenced prior but was retroactively legitimized by regulation issued during that period, can lawfully continue to violate Common Law, even though the Act which authorized it was repealed 24 years ago.



TAGS:  Reichstag, false flag, Gleichschaltung, War Measures Act, Kosygin, Geza Matrai, Public Order Act, surveillance, apprehended


Tuesday 3 April 2012

ONTARIO EARTHQUAKE 2010

EARTHQUAKE JUNE 2010
[This was a Facebook exchange which I’ve decided to save for its references to Kangaroo history]
Karl H. von Harten Felt a minor shake which startled the cat out of the garden shed as I was taking this year's first harvest of spinach, about an hour ago. Hear now it was a 5.3 quake; much bigger than what I experienced in L.A. in 1976 (more)
Karl H. von Harten but wasn't as noticeable as in 76...probably because I'm 280 miles from epicentre, and was only 15 miles from epicentre then.
Wolfgang Hild Where are you at now? I also experienced a big one this year in Chile. I was in Santiago in Feburary when the earthquake hit. There was lots of damage and was fortunate to come home safe.
Karl H. von Harten I'm in Brampton, north-west of Toronto; the epicentre was near Ottawa. Unfortunately the earth didn't swallow our politicians.
Karl H. von Harten The L.A. quake was a 3.2
Erik von Harten Didn't notice a thing here
Karl H. von Harten Half the other tenants of this household didn't notice anything either; it was a very momentary thing; I probably wouldn't have given it another thought if it weren't for the cat's unusual behaviour.
Wendy Bull Oehring I felt it, thought I was dizzy so I went and had a nap:)
Robbin Warde Jaymes remembers sleeping through that one at the inclusive language convention.
Jaymes Gormann yeah; JoAnne filibustered until one a.m. for the commy side; bored to tears; had to crash solidly after that. They won. It was a major victory for editors over writers.
Karl H. von Harten still burns 34 years later? But I was up all night writing the minority report for presentation at the convention next day. Explains my golf score, remember, lol?
Karl H. von Harten although we did joke about the quake changing the fairways
Andrea Riel-Lean [getting back to your spinach comment] are you still using that sesame oil, cider vinegar & honey dressing on the spinach? let's start the season! I'll be right over!

Tuesday 6 March 2012

TRIBUTE TO HANS




REMEMBERING HANS







TRIBUTE TO HANS

You are that old cop who feels all right
with Mercy all through every night
or day, when her quality unstrained
still means sister Justice is not pained
with that correctness members of the new school
of the unschooled learn from the cruel
left (where they pack their holster).
You are the Kind who remembers the spade
called the spade; today Robert Peels bolster
the transfer of all power to those paid
by Alien. Alienated from the symbiotic
understanding-belonging of town to man
and man to town which the right cop nurses,
the left cop nurtures only the chaotic
pride of rebellion which sent Satan
into his pitted hell of heated curses…

But you understood the spirit to the law
left behind by the left cop’s ascendancies
from his people, and, yes, he will draw
the gun to cuff and shackle as he fancies
while you’d rather charm those orang-utans back
to their cages, compassion your lure.
The left cop will gladly number the arm
of the innocent, but you refused to crack
the trigger even permanently to cure
Red Ryan from bringing further harm.

Your back against the law is love.
[Copyright © 1974, 2004, 2009
K’lakokum]



     Kangaroo Poet Karol Hans Jewinski passed away early in 2007 near his home in Jerusalem, at the age of 100.  He was still full of vigour, and had the physical appearance of a normal man in his late fifties.  Indeed, Karol fully expected to live at least 120 years, and would have, had he not become the innocent victim of a suicide bomber while shopping near his home.  Hans, as he preferred to be called, was a follower of Gjorg von Harten who, eight centuries ago, lived to the astounding age of 147, repeatedly proclaiming that everybody should expect to live at least 120 years.  Gjorg’s Ten Rules for Living a Century have been handed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, and 52 of his descendants have been documented to have lived at least 100 years, with another 40 probably doing so as well, but without proper supporting documentation. 

     As a young boy in rural Poland, Hans was allowed to adopt an abandoned and sick wolf cub.  The Jewinski farm was in the neighbourhood of Yvan Pavlov’s laboratory, and when the young lad consulted Pavlov about care for the wolf, he obtained his first job – cleaning out Pavlov’s dog kennels.  Often he did not receive payment for this work, because Pavlov was chronically broke until two decades later when his “science” was adopted by official Communism, and the Reds financed a little empire for him.  Hans became a life-long dog lover, and was always accompanied by a German Shepherd.

     When Hans’ father died suddenly, the lad was given into custody of an orthodox uncle in St. Petersburg.  This uncle, a German Jew, was a rabbi who made Hans fully acquainted with the Jewish faith (not taught to him earlier by his non-practicing father).  Hans received his bar mitzvah in the same week as the February Revolution. 

      In the civil war which followed the second [October] revolution, the tween-ager became a combatant on the White Russian side.  Even though Hans had experienced tsarist and White Russian anti-Semitism first hand, he fought on the tsarist side because he believed that all lawful authority was established by God, and obedience to authority was obedience to God.  When the royalists lost the civil war due to American intervention on the Communist side (Henry Ford et al), Hans escaped through Afghanistan into India, where he added English to his language repertoire.  [Hans was fluent in Polish, German, English, French, Greek and Yiddish.]  After being homeless and unemployed for three years, the teen-ager took on a job as an able seaman.  But he soon discovered that life on the water was not for him, and he abandoned ship at the first opportunity when in port at Halifax, Nova Scotia.  Taking brief jobs as a farmhand, or whatever he could get, he worked his way westwards across Canada.  In 1924, at the age of 18, he took on a civilian job caring for dogs in training for police K-9 duty, and started night school in Kingston, Ontario in order to obtain his high school diploma.  Upon graduation, he joined the Belleville, Ontario police department and was a cop for 37 years [except for 4 years in the air force during WWII, 13 months of that in a German  concentration camp after being shot down], retiring in 1963 on full pension at the age of 57.  He moved to Toronto and began his second career as a full-time poet, later becoming a founding member of the Kangaroo City Poets’ Collective.    He was about three decades senior to the average age of the poets in the collective, and was frequently consulted by the younger poets for advice on all aspects of life, as well as on questions of poetry.

        The Kangaroo City Poets’ Collective is a permanent organization, and when one of the member-poets passes on, his/her place is taken by someone elected from the membership of an auxiliary organization:  Kangaroo Poets – The Next Generation.  In this particular case, the Karol Hans Jewinski Chair is now occupied by Felll Wood.  Felll lives in Kokomo, Indiana.  She was introduced to Kangaroo City by Kangaroo Poet Rabin Duff, her high school English teacher in Peru, Indiana.  Through him, she was first published in South of Tuk in 2003.  Since 2007, she is the official custodian of the Karol Hans Jewinski Collection of the Kangaroo City Archives, and makes the selections in Hans’ name in the Nebiru Crossing bookstore, in keeping with the spirit and interests of Hans.