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“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
Danger on the Beach (thanks to Joyce Weiss) |
"Root People" - water color by Valerianna Claff |
Yellow spider on a very yellow flower |
"Earthlight", watercolor on paper, 15in X 22in, VClaff 2013 |
RavenWood Forest - water color by Valerianna Claff |
RavenWood Forest - water color by Valerianna Claff |
"Root People" - water color by Valerianna Claff |
I walked among the trees
I wore the mask of the deer
I am that laughing man
with eyes like leaves
You will feel my breath, warm at your neck.
I will rise in the grass, a vine caressing your foot.
I am the blue eye of a crocus
opening in the snow
a trickle of water, a calling bird,
a shaft of light among the trees.
You will hear me singing
among the green groves of memory,
the shining leaves of tomorrow.
I'll come
with daisies in my hands,
we'll dance among the sycamores
once more
"GreenWood", watercolor on paper, 15in X 22in, VClaff 2013 |
Pasha investigates my car |
Magical garden |
Born innocent, one
- that’s I- strives hard to become
an adult, no longer childish,
worldly-wise in one’s art, one’s love,
one’s life…
Then discovers:
that no one ever becomes an adult,
becomes either delightfully childlike
or pitifully juvenile…
Discovers:
one’s art to be outside the art game
one’s faith outside the religious game
one’s love outside the sex game
Discovers:
one’s own little song and dares to sing it
in all variations, unsuited as it may be
for mass communication…
For perhaps here and there
someone will hear it
and listen and know
and say
Ah! Yes!
Frederick Franck
Art as a Way: A Return to the Spiritual Roots