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Here’s a good favorite… I’ve noticed lately that more of my friends than ever identify themselves as “mad farmers” in some way or other.

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

by Wendell Berry

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.


I really would like to write more.  These days I find that I have a lot to say, but I also have a lot of people to say it to in person.

Cornerstone was wonderful, for all of the expected reasons.  Of course it’s always a good time to see people I don’t see often. This year, four families I can think of brought newborn daughters I hadn’t met yet. I wish I had pictures.

I worked in the seminar tents hosting speakers. I’d rather do that than not have to work. I’m particularly glad to have talked with several friends about things I think are important when I take a step back from being busy — more on that later, remind me to write about Wendell Berry, gardening, and the wild.

Of course, there was good music!

You can get a taste of Lasso the Salt here and Brother Red Squirrel here.

And get a load of Tom Wray’s picture of Brian at the Khadag Blue show! That picture looks exactly like Khadag sounds.