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Lynn Nappari    #16044
Glen Burnie    MD USA     Posted: Sunday, January 3, 2010 at 19:52:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

I will be forever indebted to my professor, who required me to read this book for my senior seminar class for my BA in government. Ishmael was the most profound book I have ever read.


Rachel Zuniga    #16043
Berkeley    CA USA     Posted: Saturday, January 2, 2010 at 10:51:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

PLEASE COME AND JOIN ME on our new site for ishmael fans I just started a new social network site at ning.com for us to share ideas, ecovillage and permaculture plans video, photos, blog listings and more.

http://ishmael.ning.com/

it is completely free. each member gets a page. we can upload video, photos, blogs, books. You can share or set your page to private and invite friends


Paul Clement Omichinski    #16040
   USA     Posted: Monday, December 14, 2009 at 0:55:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

I hope one day we can rejoin those who live in the hands of the gods (Ishmael 229), and be a part of earth's future rather than the mechanism of its demise.


Kayla Graves    #16038
McKinney    TX USA     Posted: Thursday, December 10, 2009 at 21:2:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

Ishmael has forever changed how I look not only at the world but at the society I live in as well. Such an amazing book and philosophy. No words can describe what I'm feeling right now.


Mike Ventura    #16037
   Philippines     Posted: Monday, December 7, 2009 at 18:22:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

Please correct me if I'm wrong, you have mentioned that protecting the "environment" is a Government responsibilities. Giving that situation, is there really a hope to slow down at least the "climate change" and/or global warming? As we all knew (I guess) that there is a political issue if we will stop the destructible power of technology and commercial improvements as well.


Howie Richey    #16036
Austin    TX USA     Posted: Sunday, December 6, 2009 at 10:59:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

I love the new site, especially its pleasing colors and logical layout. Thanks for putting this together!


victor palenque    #16035
   USA     Posted: Friday, December 4, 2009 at 15:39:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

i have created ishmael stickers . for a free package to liberate your cities go to ishmael2012.com Photobucket


Gwagwagwe    #16030
Luther    ok USA     Posted: Friday, November 13, 2009 at 5:23:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

Bison band at one hundred and twenty moons.

After many great adventures the bison have parted ways. Gwa is living at the paradise which has sheltered the bison over this changing time. It is the gods, this place we call home. The vision bearer is searching the depths of her vision of health and happiness in a little house in the city amongst you struggling urbanites. As the scribe for our perception of the new vision we have gathered, The Bison Band Stories shall become Gwagwagwe’s Gardens of the Goddess, Welcome to the evolution of the new tribal revolution. A short recap of Gwa’s most recent dance on the edge of civilization, check out; BB and the gods of concrete and steel, polliwog produce, and Ishgish habitat and the Woodchuck chop. At this forked road, mostly due to the lack of vision bearer wisdom, Gwa must consult your world. Thanks to all the wonderful revolutionaries who have faithfully followed the bison over this last decade on their search for place, people, and perception. The call for tribal ventures over the last 120 moons has been imagined and voiced to the wind and the ether world repeatedly. Count with me: One, Adventure and Survival Guide Venture in the midst of the Yurok, Hoopa, and Talliwa mountain gods of what is called California, Two, Farmer and Homesteader venture in the midst of the grand slope of the Shenandoah valley which is called Virginia, Three, Rustic Art studio venture in the midst of the gods that inhabit this red dirt land comprising the four ecosystems in what was called Indian country. Four, Permaculture produce production and sales venture through a local coop in this same wonderful country of wind, oak, and magic that surrounds and caresses Gwa. This place that feeds his mysticism, blesses him with a goddess landscape, Yes, Oklahoma. Finally the newest grand adventure and its forked path have driven me inside this box in search for your advice and wisdom. Gwa abandoned his computer at the harvest moon in 1999, yes a decade ago was the last time one of these boxes inhabited our village. (Yes I use one when needed, appropriate technology). After 30 years of television addiction Gwa abandoned his television on the harvest moon of 2009. A new era is being born. The Gods of concrete and steel have been very kind to Gwa. Crazy as it sounds; I finally found a craft that is neutral in the war your culture is waging on the other members of the community of life. My guilt for all the plants, animals, and spirits I have freed to be this lovely dancing human being can be let loosed... Window Cleaning and Water Proofing. (Yes I’m sure someone could find fault, but it’s my imagination). This tribal venture is open to all willing to throw in and do your part. Expand the value of the tribe to include you and yours. The five acres in the red sandstone hills of Oklahoma County are open for transitional housing. This call for tribal venture could be my final attempt to redefine my way of making a living and re-imagine my own cultural perceptions of possibility.

Gwagwagwe and The “Red” Man who Kills and Tells As I dip my brush into the freezing water I hear over the wind gods screaming at us as we swing higher than the tallest tree spirits. “You are such a communist”. This man, he has shared his beloved professional craft with me. He has taught me a skill that any healthy adult could perform any where in the civilized world on his own, or possibly in a tribal unit. This art which he performed gracefully for over thirty-five years is slowly and literally slipping through his fingers as he proudly ages and dances. At fifty-seven he is better than I will ever be. His grand life story is retold endlessly to all those lucky enough to hear. He has descended from every structure in Central Oklahoma taller than ten stories. Each time he steps over the wall onto a small rectangle of wood and with the assistance of rope, suction cup, and steel he has raced down the walls dancing while he cleaned of the dust brought by the winds and rain of this majestic land. He kept this urban landscape of concrete and steel shining as the sun and moon give off their magical light. He has meticulously applied silicone to expansion joints maintaining what’s left of the Okc skyline, most of it was blown up for progress before the last oil bust. He knows every nook and cranny of the high-rises that inhabit the banks of the “new” Oklahoma River. His life is rich in adventure and emotions. As I reach to my right extending my toes against the concrete gargoyle I hear “You’re surely going to hell” Yes this man, my mentor, is a Christian, a Choctaw, and a Civilization Lover. Yet he is my tribesman. Do you love irony? The voice of the Gods! This man is an indigenous Salvationist and he swings next to me, an animist, Caucasian (my ancestors rest on the Isle that is called England). Tribesman need not agree or even worship together. In the new era of vocational, occupational, or craft tribes it is just not essential. This is one of the hardest lessons learned on our grand adventure. Place was given to us by the Great Mother, Perception was given to us by the other members of the comminity of life, but the third piece of the puzzle, People, has eluded us due to our need for “like minds”. They’re nice to have around for conversation, but it is not a requirement for initiation in a tribal venture. Gwagwagwe and the search for scratch The vision of the bison band is marked by a number of silly cookie-cutter philosophies. Collective Anarchy/Voluntary Simplicity/Nihilistic Iconoclasm. As with all the whispers of Mother Culture, they have been weights on the shoulders of our majestic dancing souls. These are the late night conversation topics between lovers, or light hearted banter between working tribesman, but they are not requirements for an emotionally wealthy, spiritually, and physically healthy human perception. Enough affectional bonding. The Goddess swirls around the mind/body/soul that sustains my heart. You want Creation story? The Great Mother gave birth to the sun, moon, and the Community of life. It’s that simple. Abandon your worldview. Love your Mother. That’s the “everyman” search for scratch. That itch, which drives us to touch each other, is scratch for warmth, passion, and orgasmic ally spiritual flight. This story is about the other scratch. Gwa needs food, job-less, fuel, and yes a healer. At 38, the dancing bag of bones is less able to compete with all the invisible spirits that drive us to antibiotics and antiviral pharmaland. During all my last adventures I was still carrying stones up a pyramid. Service writer, orchardman, tower climber, and now High-rise window cleaner for a larger corporate structure. As I awaited signs and omens from the gods that inhabit this place, I earn a slave-wage, always hoping for a tribal venture, but always making a buck. This could now be different. F.B.S. is a legal, functioning small business. It is about to expand beyond my ability to do all the work involved. Due to my forced-pauper nature, a real company in this culture requires, hell what would I know. Yet, as always, the god’s signs and omens are complicated. The slave wage has been sweetened by an offer of double my current salary and benefits. A Civil Servant, can you imagine, a former Communist, felon, Revolutionary Vegan, who has tendencies to daydream of “rebel” outbursts, becoming a civil servant, who’s mad here? You or me? As I search for the scratch to establish the Garden of the Goddess that is Polliwog Produce and Gwa’s Gift to the non-human community of life. Who do I slave for? Who will join me in my invention of culture and spirituality amongst the gods of Red-dirt country?


Sam Hess    #16029
   USA     Posted: Thursday, November 12, 2009 at 19:1:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

Mike Ventura, Question ID Number 750. No one is currently attempting to make a film version of any of [Daniel Quinn's] books.


Gwagwagwe    #16028
Luther    ok USA     Posted: Thursday, November 12, 2009 at 6:0:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

Bison band at one hundred and twenty moons.

After many great adventures the bison have parted ways. Gwa is living at the paradise which has sheltered the bison over this changing time. It is the gods, this place we call home. The vision bearer is searching the depths of her vision of health and happiness in a little house in the city amongst you struggling urbanites. As the scribe for our perception of the new vision we have gathered, The Bison Band Stories shall become Gwagwagwe’s Gardens of the Goddess, Welcome to the evolution of the new tribal revolution.

A short recap of Gwa’s most recent dance on the edge of civilization, check out; BB and the gods of concrete and steel, polliwog produce, and Ishgish habitat and the Woodchuck chop. At this forked road, mostly due to the lack of vision bearer wisdom, Gwa must consult world. Thanks to all the wonderful revolutionaries who have faithfully followed the bison over this last decade on their search for place, people, and perception. The call for tribal ventures over the last 120 moons has been imagined and voiced to the wind and the ether world repeatedly.

Count with me: One, Adventure and Survival Guide Venture in the midst of the Yurok, Hoopa, and Talliwaa mountain gods of what is called California, Two, Farmer and Homesteader venture in the midst of the grand slope of the Shenandoah valley which is called Virginia, Three, Rustic Art studio venture in the midst of the gods that inhabit this red dirt land comprising the four ecosystems in what was called Indian country, Four, Permaculture produce production and sales venture through a local coop venture in this same wonderful country of wind, oak, and magic that surrounds and caresses Gwa. This place that feeds his mysticism, blesses him with a goddess landscape, Yes, Oklahoma. Finally the newest grand adventure and its forked path have driven me inside this box in search for your advice and wisdom. Gwa abandoned his computer at the harvest moon in 1999, yes a decade ago was the last time one of these boxes inhabited our village. (Yes I use one when needed, appropriate technology). After 30 years of television addiction Gwa abandoned his television on the harvest moon of 2009. A new era is being born.

The Gods of concrete and steel have been very kind to Gwa. Crazy as it sounds; I finally found a craft that is neutral in the war your culture is waging on the other members of the community of life. My guilt for all the plants, animals, and spirits I have freed to be the lovely dancing human being can be let loosed... Window Cleaning and Water Proofing. (Yes I’m sure someone could find fault, but it’s my imagination).

This tribal venture is open to all willing to throw in and do your part. Expand the value of the tribe to include you and yours. The five acres in the red sandstone hills of Oklahoma County are open for transitional housing. This call for tribal venture could be my final attempt to redefine my way of making a living and re-imagine my own cultural perceptions of possibility.

As I dip my brush into the freezing water I hear over the wind gods screaming at us as we swing higher than the tallest tree spirits. “You are such a communist”. This man, he has shared his beloved professional craft with me. He has taught me a skill that any healthy adult could perform any where in the civilized world on his own, or possibly in a tribal unit. This art which he performed gracefully for over thirty-five years is slowly and literally slipping through his fingers as he proudly ages and dances. At fifty-seven he is better than I will ever be. His grand life story is retold endlessly to all those lucky enough to hear. He has descended from every structure in Central Oklahoma taller than ten stories. Each time he steps over the wall onto a small rectangle of wood and with the assistance of rope, suction cup, and steel he has raced down the walls dancing while he cleaned of the dust brought by the winds and rain of this majestic land. He kept this urban landscape of concrete and steel shining as the sun and moon give of f their magical light. He has meticulously applied silicone to expansion joints maintaining what’s left of the Okc skyline, most of it was blown up for progress before the last oil bust. He knows every nook and cranny of the high-rises that inhabit the banks of the “new” Oklahoma River. His life is rich in adventure and emotions.

As I reach to my right extending my toes against the concrete gargoyle I hear “You’re surely going to hell” Yes this man, my mentor, is a Christian, a Choctaw, and a Civilization Lover. Yet he is my tribesman. Do you love irony? The voice of the Gods! This man is an indigenous Salvationist and he swings next to me, an animist, Caucasian (my ancestors rest on the Isle that is called England). Tribesman need not agree or even worship together. In the new era of vocational, occupational, or craft tribes it is just not essential. This is one of the hardest lessons learned on our grand adventure. Place was given to us by the Great Mother, Perception was given to us by the other members of the comminity of lie, but the third piece of the puzzle, People, has eluded us due to our need for “like minds”. They’re nice to have around for conversation, but it is not a requirement for initiation in a tribal venture.

The vision of the bison band is marked by a number of silly cookie-cutter philosophies. Collective Anarchy/Voluntary Simplicity/Nihilistic Iconoclasm. As with all the whispers of Mother Culture, they have been weights on the shoulders of our majestic dancing souls. These are the late night conversation topics between lovers, or light hearted banter between working tribesman, but they are not requirements for an emotionally wealthy, spiritually, and physically healthy human perception. Enough affect ional bonding and the Goddess swirls around the mind/body/soul that sustains my heart. You want Creation story? The Great Mother gave birth to the sun, moon, and the Community of life. It’s that simple. Abandon your worldview. Love your Mother. That’s the “everyman” search for scratch. That itch, which drives us to touch each other, is scratch for warmth, passion, and orgasmic ally spiritual flight. This story is about the other scratch. Gwa needs food, job-less, fuel, and yes a healer. At 38, the dancing bag of bones is less able to compete with all the invisible spirits that drive us to antibiotics and antiviral pharmaland. During all my last adventures I was still carrying stones up a pyramid. Service writer, orchardman, tower climber, and now High-rise window cleaner for a larger corporate structure. As I awaited signs and omens from the gods that inhabit this place, I earn a slave-wage, always hoping for a tribal venture, but always making a buck.

This could now be different. F.B.S. is a legal, functioning small business. It is about to expand beyond my ability to do all the work involved. Due to my forced-pauper nature, a real company in this culture requires, hell what would I know. Yet, as always, the god’s signs and omens are complicated. The slave wage has been sweetened by an offer of double my current salary and benefits. A Civil Servant, can you imagine, a former Communist, felon, Revolutionary Vegan, who has tendencies to daydream of “rebel” outbursts, becoming a civil servant, who’s mad here? You or me?

As I search for the scratch to establish the Garden of the Goddess that is Polliwog Produce and Gwa’s Gift to the non-human community of life. Who do I slave for? Who will join me in my invention of culture and spirituality amongst the gods of Red-dirt country?


Mike Ventura    #16027
Manila    PHILIPPINES     Posted: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 at 17:21:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

Very nice books! I'm just wondering if any movie producer already offered Mr. Daniel Quinn to make one of his book into a movie? If so, I'm really excited!


Mike Ventura    #16026
Manila    Philippines     Posted: Wednesday, November 11, 2009 at 17:6:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

Hello to all! Just signed the guestbook. Thanks


S. Lowe    #16024
Greenwood    In USA     Posted: Saturday, November 7, 2009 at 8:16:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

Just finished the book, loaned by a friend. Lots of thoughts, and enjoyed the read.


Mark Davern    #16023
   USA     Posted: Friday, November 6, 2009 at 15:36:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

Welcome aboard Thomas, it is always nice to garner new support. At first it is startling to begin to know & see the truth via D. Quinn's books, but shortly after it is reassuring. Reassuring cause you Know better in life, a better way forward. I believe it is starting to catch on to others/ Change is inevitable, either We can change or nature will do it for us.


Thomas Ens    #16022
Teulon    Manitoba Canada     Posted: Wednesday, November 4, 2009 at 7:33:0 CST (GMT -6:00)

I just joined this network; I have read Ismael, The Story of B and am working on Write Sideways. I have found that I am thinking more and more about the ideas presented in these books and seeing things in a different way. I recently brought the Monsanto Challenge to the attention of this website, plucked it from the clutches of Mother Culture, as it were. I now find myself surprised that more people are not alarmed by this, alhtough six months ago, I would have thought, "How nice that someone is working toward making this sustainable". Now, I see that this is not sustainable, and that as giant corporations such as Monsanto and others strive toward maximizing profit, we are colluding with them for the destruction of our species as well as uncountable others.

I am looking forward to chatting with folks on this site and continuing to further my knowledge and open more eyes.



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