Wendell Berry Poems
|1.||The Wish to be Generous||7/28/2016|
|7.||Like The Water||11/22/2014|
|8.||The Real Work||5/13/2015|
|9.||In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams||1/3/2003|
|11.||The Mad Farmer Revolution||1/3/2003|
|12.||A Meeting In A Part||1/3/2003|
|13.||A Warning To My Readers||1/3/2003|
|14.||A Timbered Choir||1/3/2003|
|15.||The Hidden Singer||1/3/2003|
|16.||Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front||1/3/2003|
|17.||The Country Of Marriage||1/3/2003|
|18.||What We Need Is Here||1/13/2003|
|19.||The Peace Of Wild Things||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 ...
And now to the Abyss I pass
Of that Unfathomable Grass...
Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath
Grows large and free in air, don't call it death --
A word to enrich the undertaker and inspire
His surly art of imitating life; conspire
Against him. Say that my body cannot now