February 2012
42 posts
Do I bring a notebook, and chronicle, word for word
the soon passing of my mother
from this world
to another I and you know nothing about?
Or should I sit in uneasy silence
words I’m not supposed to understand
falling in my lap
neglecting to impact.
Both, a
Disassociation
both, an easy escape
both, a brief encounter with a
man and his chess board.
I’ve seen the gray...
‘failure of strategy’. Giving up
By another name
Livin for the fame.
It’s not easy to walk into that
Great dark.
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Even farm email is being tagged as spam these days.
Breathing in
I am small
Breathing out
I am empty
Breathing in
I am a small seed
Breathing out
I am grateful.
It’s getting easier.
I (drunk) tweeted something about the farm bureau the other day, and it went pretty viral this afternoon, and OFBF is quoting it on their website. I’ve spent most of this evenings tweets talking about poop and other body fluids. Hopefully i can scare enough people away.
Jihad
the lyrics to a real good Andrew Jackson Jihad song. Zombie by the Cranberries. particularly relevant because I used to feed homeless people in a park…
If I had a cigarette every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette then I’d have enough cigarettes to get me through the day. And if I had some spare change every time a perfect stranger asked me for some spare change then...
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Haiku
I wanted to, like
my mother loved you before.
quiet, the leaf falls
losing why
while settling at my feet
It’s been a long surrender.
‘let landslide laughter smear your laundry’
spring needs to happen. ohio winter has me...
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Incredibly frustrated. But this is not shit falling from the sky anymore. I’m learning from this. I’m in control, and there’s gonna be a positive outcome.
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why bother making dinner when you can eat 5 sticks...
If we can use devastation as a seedbed for new life, like fallen jack pines.
Parker Palmer.
Also, drew, you always say some of the kindest and most encouraging things.
It’s a little long, but damn good reporting. The author knows her shit. The back story of American agriculture is included too.
http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2011/09/the-brown-revolution-increasing-agricultural-productivity-naturally/245748/?single_page=true#.TzlgCW9YCks
The history of the West, has been a history of importation of humid-land habits (and carelessness) into a dry land that will not tolerate them; and of the indulgence of an unprecedented personal liberty, an atomic individualism, in a country that experience says can only be successfully tamed and lived in by a high degree of cooperation.
Wallace Stegner
This is not nature at work; this is human technology at work, all in a vain attempt to free most of the people from having to help grow the food. My conclusion, as always: Until nearly everyone accepts the responsibility of food production without employing gigantic machinery and animal factories, just as they accept the responsibility of scraping food residue off their teeth every day without...
woke up thinking about Aaron and Laci. so Yeasayer...
When the words
It’s not your fault
mean so much.
Tomorrow is another opportunity.
Prepare for a pride obliterating bitch smack.
Bought a plane ticket today. Pretty stoked to be getting away for a week. Also, thinking a lot about the future.
I was wakened from my dream of the ruined world by the
sound
of rain falling slowly onto the dry earth of my place in time.
On the parched garden, the cracked-open pastures,
the dusty grape leaves, the brittled grass, the drooping
foliage of the woods,
fell still the quiet rain.
Berry, 1997
Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last know landscape destroyed for the sake of the objective, the soil bulldozed, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there
now
Wendell Berry, 1997
Robert had a kind soul and sometimes, a dirty mouth.
I always enjoyed being around him. For a time we were friends. We’d bump into each other and 4 hours later I’d be giving him a ride home.
The man lived his own life, and marched to his own rhythm, which in our society, and especially in a changing Kent, is rare indeed. I’ll miss him. I’ll miss him giving me gluten free...
January 2012
32 posts
After 12 years of battling to stop Monsanto's... →
heatherweather:
countrcultr:
THIS. IS A BIG DEAL. PLEASE REBLOG.
for alex, and others.
I tremble with gratitude
for my children and their children
who take pleasure in one another
At our dinners together, the dead
enter and pass among us
in living love and in memory.
And so the young are taught.
WB
