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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Root that mountain down



Today, for your reading & viewing pleasure (& mine), two poems I love & a picture of the woman I love.

The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming,
whose hands reach into the ground and sprout
to him the soil is a divine drug. He enters into death
yearly, and comes back rejoicing. He has seen the light lie down
in the dung heap, and rise again in the corn.
His thought passes along the row ends like a mole.
What miraculous seed has he swallowed
That the unending sentence of his love flows out of his mouth
Like a vine clinging in the sunlight, and like water
Descending in the dark?

Wendell Berry - The Man Born to Farming

I have been spared another day
to come into this night
as though there is a mercy in things
mindful of me. Love, cast all
thought aside. I cast aside
all thought. Our bodies enter
their brief precedence,
surrounded by their sleep.
Through you I rise, and you
through me, into the joy
we make, but may not keep.

Wendell Berry - A Poem of Thanks

Five Favorite Songs of the Day

I Won't Be Found-The Tallest Man On Earth, Shallow Grave



I Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground-Bascam Lamar Lunsford, Anthology of American Folk Music

You have to listen to I Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground to fully understand I Won't Be Found, but not to enjoy it.



For Every Field There's a Mole-Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Lie Down in the Light

Got the Farm Land Blues-Carolina Tar Heels, Anthology of American Folk Music



Skinny Love-Bon Iver, For Emma, Forever Ago



Smile-Charlie Chaplin, Modern Times



Happy Tuesday, friends...

andrew

4 comments:

Joyce said...

This is going to take some replay time, but it sure enhances the five songs of the day.

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Joyce said...

It keeps me humble and grateful to have a snow day when I can take the time to listen to the songs. Maybe a song should simply soothe, but most of the time they just give me a hankerin' to know more about the singer and the circumstances of the story being told. I'm going to sell my farm and move to town. Lots of folks (mainly my Dad and Mark) are singing the Mole Blues around here. The moles have gone crazy on these here acres.

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