Wendell Berry Poems
|2.||The Real Work||5/13/2015|
|6.||The Wish to be Generous||7/28/2016|
|7.||In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams||1/3/2003|
|8.||The Hidden Singer||1/3/2003|
|11.||A Timbered Choir||1/3/2003|
|12.||A Warning To My Readers||1/3/2003|
|13.||The Mad Farmer Revolution||1/3/2003|
|14.||A Meeting In A Part||1/3/2003|
|15.||Like The Water||11/22/2014|
|16.||What We Need Is Here||1/13/2003|
|17.||The Country Of Marriage||1/3/2003|
|18.||The Peace Of Wild Things||1/3/2003|
|19.||Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front||1/3/2003|
Comments about Wendell Berry
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that ...
A Timbered Choir
Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake
of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.
I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest re