In which we embrace the plant-base
(Oh hi, it’s been a while, we’re changing things on…
My friend Kate invited me to listen to Wendell Berry and Wes Jackson speak at the State Theater on Sunday afternoon. These two guys are so insightful, intelligent, curious, and inspiring. They spoke of the land, of agriculture, of fuel and food and earth. I took notes – these are just a few poetic things that were said.
Wendell Berry also was kind enough to read one of his poems aloud to us – it was fantastic.
I was born in a drouth year. That summer
my mother waited in the house, enclosed
in the sun and the dry ceaseless wind,
for the men to come back in the evenings,
bringing water from a distant spring.
Veins of leaves ran dry, roots shrank.
And all my life I have dreaded the return
of that year, sure that it still is
somewhere, like a dead enemy’s soul. Fear
of dust in my mouth is always with me,
and I am the faithful husband of the rain,
I love the water of wells and springs
and the taste of roofs in the water of cisterns.
I am a dry man whose thirst is praise
of clouds, and whose mind is something of a cup.
My sweetness is to wake in the night
after days of dry heat, hearing the rain.
Hope you all have a great week!