wendell berry

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PoetryDispatch No. 318 | March 13, 2010

WENDELL BERRY

THE CONTRARINESS OF THE MAD FARMER

I am done with apologies. If contrariness is my
inheritance and destiny, so be it. If it is my mission
to go in at exits and come out at entrances, so be it.
I have planted by the stars in defiance of the experts,
and tilled somewhat by incantation and by singing,
and reaped, as I knew, by luck and Heaven’s favor,
in spite of the best advice. If I have been caught
so often laughing at funerals, that was because
I knew the dead were already slipping away,
preparing a comeback, and can I help it?
And if at weddings I have gritted and gnashed
my teeth, it was because I knew where the bridegroom
had sunk his manhood, and knew it would not
be resurrected by a piece of cake. “Dance” they told me,
and I stood still, and while they stood
quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
“Pray” they said, and I laughed, covering myself
in the earth’s brightnesses, and then stole off gray
into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan.
When they said “I know that my Redeemer liveth,”
I told them “He’s dead.” And when they told me
“God is dead,” I answered “He goes fishing every day
in the Kentucky River. I see Him often.”
When they asked me would I like to contribute
I said no, and when they had collected
more than they needed, I gave them as much as I had.
When they asked me to join them I wouldn’t,
and then went off by myself and did more
than they would have asked. “Well, then” they said
“go and organize the International Brotherhood
of Contraries,” and I said “Did you finish killing
everybody who was against peace?” So be it.
Going against men, I have heard at times a deep harmony
thrumming in the mixture, and when they ask me what
I say I don’t know. It is not the only or the easiest
way to come to the truth. It is one way.

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Published in: on April 28, 2010 at 10:33 pm  Comments (3)  

egg shells

i work from the time i get up until sundown this time of year..with food and computer breaks

i guess it’s good for you

i’m having trouble making sense of anything

i’ve always had trouble making sense of anything

the  job, the music, the anything…all that makes sense is writing about how it doesn’t make sense

you spend your last few hours with one eye open…unable to speak…and all what for

i am grateful and blessed more than most…but still the way society and mankind has it set up does not make sense to me…i quess that’s why the Jesus, spiritual side of things appeal to me…which to me all the holy books say…money fame power war doesn’t make sense…i may be close to cracking or cracking through…

this came to me through a friend that sort of rings true…

It may be that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Wendell Berry
Collected Poems
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Talking to Saint Peter

when i was young

my dad always seemed angry about something

i didn’t know what…so i figured it was me

it’s taken many years to learn it wasn’t me…but that’s a different story

my dad passed away 19 years ago today…

right after his funeral i had this dream…

i was walking across a bridge…talking on the phone…

when the voice on the other end asked…

what was the nicest thing your dad ever did for you?

as i began to answer…in my dream…i flashed right back

6 years old…getting beat up…again…by richie milsovic

i knew when my dad saw the shape i was in he would tell me to go back out  and keep fighting until i won…

i never won…

but this particular day i started to get the better of ole richie

maybe he was sick…maybe i was getting stronger…maybe it was luck

but i had him on the ropes…

i reached back with all my might…ready to land the knock out punch

glory in my sights…6 year old heavy weight champ of the block

i swung… he ducked…i slipped in the slime that ran down the middle of the red brick alley behind our house…i fell

richie jumped on me…pinning me with his knees on my shoulders

nothing more frustrating…uncle

i went   into the house…slime covered…defeated again

my dad was  on the couch…tired from working as a bricklayer all day

i got ready for the speech and humiliation…

but..instead…he said…come here buddy

he let me lay with him on the couch…and he held me and told me it was all right…

i told the voice on the other end of the line…this was the nicest thing my dad ever did for me…

i miss my dad

marchetti 10

Published in: on April 11, 2010 at 7:40 pm  Comments (10)  

the resurrection of my heart

this is a song i wrote with my good friend stephanie urbina jones…Happy Easter
The Resurrection of My Heart

by the time that I left Texas  I was barely hangin on
my life was such a fine mess
my heart was breakin like the dawn
i knew packin up and leavin
was all that I had left
had to put the past behind me
so I kept on headin west

Out to the city of the angels
down by the oceans edge
where I cried out to anyone who’d listen
as the waves came crashin in
I was searchin for salvation
and deliverance from the dark
and the resur
rection of my heart

my dreams were tossed and scattered
my faith had turned to doubt
nothing seems to matter
when the fire for life burns out
i tried lovin through the anger
i tried laughin through the tears
i tried runnin from the reasons
that have finally brought me here

out to the city of the angels
down by the oceans edge
where I cried out to anyone who’d listen
as the waves came crashin in
I was searchin for salvation and deliverance from the dark

and the resurrection of my heart

at the end of the highway by the edge of the sea
the road to forgiveness brought me to my knees


out to the city of the angels

down by the oceans edge

where i cried out to anyone who’d listen

as the waves came crashin in

i was searchin for salvation

and deliverance from the dark

and the resurrection of my heart

jones marchetti 10

Published in: on April 4, 2010 at 8:41 pm  Comments (2)