I don’t know if I’ve posted it here before, but I stumbled across one of my favorite writings from Wendell Berry today. I love being reminded of a beloved poem or essay or quote and breathing in the words all over again. This poem is an old friend who I haven’t seen in a while, and re-reading the words is like meeting over coffee and picking up right where we left off.
- Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front, Wendell Berry (click on the title to read the whole, beautiful work)
Case in point:
“Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.”
And the closing:
“As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.