Wendell Berry is a constant source of inspiration for me. Here is one of my favorite poems:
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 you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion — put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way you didn’t go.
Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.” –Wendell Berry
I like three things about this poem:
- Honesty. It doesn’t pull any punches in describing the lure and trap of modern culture, and the feelings of despair that go along with it.
- Hope. In the midst of feeling trapped inside a system that destroys our sense of uniqueness and joy it shows us the way out: “…everyday do something that won’t compute.”
- Freedom. It encourages us to explore our wild side–and not wild like college kids on spring break. The inner wild, raw and unaffected by the pressures of civilization. It’s the wild that sources our creativity and true freedom–freedom that is beyond the grasp of prisons and systems of control.
Over the years this poem has encouraged me to pursue the seemingly impossible task of building a real estate business around helping people stay. Many Realtors write me off when I launch into my visions of community. But Wendell Berry’s writings serves as safe ground where I can always take refuge.