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Hurrah for revolution and more cannon shot!
A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot.
Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again!
The beggars have changed places, but the lash goes on.
– William Butler Yeats in The Great Day
[W]hen one passes from any abstract order, whether that of the consumer economy or Ransom’s “Statement of Principles” or a brochure from the Extension Service, to the daily life and work of one’s own farm, one passes from a relatively simplicity into a complexity that is irreducible except by disaster and ultimately is incomprehensible. It is the complexity of the life of a place uncompromisingly itself, which is at the same time the life of the world, of all Creation. One meets not only the weather and the wildness of the world, but also the limitations of one’s knowledge, intelligence, character, and bodily strength. To do this, of course, is to accept the place as an influence.
– Wendell Berry in The Way of Ignorance: Imagination in Place p.48
I’m headed off to do some video work in Greece for a week which means I probably won’t be posting on here too much. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with this song that’s been stuck in my head for the last few weeks!
“For it has been our history that each generation in this place has been less welcome to it than the last. There has been less here for them. At each arrival there has been less fertility in the soil, and a larger inheritance of destructive precedent and shameful history.”
– Wendell Berry in The Art of the Commonplace | A Native Hill p.8
“The idea was that when faced with abundance one should consume abundantly – an idea that has survived to become the basis of our present economy. It is neither natural nor civilized, and even from a “practical” point of view it is to the last degree brutalizing and stupid.”
– Wendell Berry in The Art of the Commonplace | A Native Hill p.11
“There is indeed a music in the streams, but it is not for the hurried.”
– Wendell Berry in The Art of the Commonplace | A Native Hill p. 19
“A year ago, almost in this same place where I found his beer can, I found a possum that he had shot dead and left lying, in celebration of his manhood. He is the true American pioneer, perfectly at rest in his assumption that he is the first and the last whose inheritance and fate this place will ever be. Going forth, as he may think, to sow, he only broadcasts his effects.”
– Wendell Berry in The Art of the Commonplace | A Native Hill p.20
That voice though.
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