THE FUTURE
For God’s sake, be done
with this jabber of “a better world.”
What blasphemy! No “futuristic”
twit or child thereof ever
in embodied light will see
a better world than this, though they
foretell inevitably a worse.
Do something! Go cut the weeds
beside the oblivious road. Pick up
the cans and bottles, old tires,
and dead predictions. No future
can be stuffed into this presence
except by being dead. The day is
clear and bright, and overhead
the sun not yet half finished
with his daily praise.
WOW! I love the photo ~ and the poem is stark and stern and thought provoking.
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Hello,
I came across this wonderful website — Wendell Berry is one of my favorites! — while searching for your father. I’m of the same university and same fraternity and wonder if he might enjoy connecting with some old friends or just hearing their names again. You have my email.
Keep up the good work on this blog. I have it now bookmarked, so count me among the regular readers.
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Wonderful ode to mindfulness and ‘presentology’
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