31.3.07

deep, deep, deep...









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Smoky Mountains, Eastern Tennessee

May 2006

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Wendell Berry

Woods


I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.

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Sometimes images and words are perfect in a connection – in a rising up into something that was already there, waiting.

6 comments:

sushil yadav said...

Sam,

A search on Wendell Berry led me to your post/ blog. You have posted a poem on Nature, Woods, Trees and Silence by Wendell Berry. In this context I want to post a part from my article which explains how Destruction of Nature is making our minds restless. The article also examines why poets and artists feel more emotion than non-artists. Please read.

The link between Mind and Social / Environmental-Issues.

The fast-paced, consumerist lifestyle of Industrial Society is causing exponential rise in psychological problems besides destroying the environment. All issues are interlinked. Our Minds cannot be peaceful when attention-spans are down to nanoseconds, microseconds and milliseconds. Our Minds cannot be peaceful if we destroy Nature.

Industrial Society Destroys Mind and Environment.

Subject : In a fast society slow emotions become extinct.
Subject : A thinking mind cannot feel.
Subject : Scientific/ Industrial/ Financial thinking destroys the planet.

Emotion is what we experience during gaps in our thinking.

If there are no gaps there is no emotion.

Today people are thinking all the time and are mistaking thought (words/ language) for emotion.

When society switches-over from physical work (agriculture) to mental work (scientific/ industrial/ financial/ fast visuals/ fast words ) the speed of thinking keeps on accelerating and the gaps between thinking go on decreasing.

There comes a time when there are almost no gaps.

People become incapable of experiencing/ tolerating gaps.

Emotion ends.

Man becomes machine.


A society that speeds up mentally experiences every mental slowing-down as Depression / Anxiety.

A ( travelling )society that speeds up physically experiences every physical slowing-down as Depression / Anxiety.

A society that entertains itself daily experiences every non-entertaining moment as Depression / Anxiety.


Fast visuals/ words make slow emotions extinct.

Scientific/ Industrial/ Financial thinking destroys emotional circuits.

A fast (large) society cannot feel pain / remorse / empathy.

A fast (large) society will always be cruel to Animals/ Trees/ Air/ Water/ Land and to Itself.


To read the complete article please follow any of these links :

PlanetSave

ePhilosopher

sushil_yadav

poet with a day job said...

Wendell Berry - I want to be like Wendell Berry: poet and farmer. Love this.

amy said...

This poem reminds me, somehow, of that song, "Cannonball," by Damien Rice.

It's a lovely piece, Sam.

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

Thanks for the read sushil yadav.

And Melissa, that makes two of us. Berry is a hero for me.

Amy, thanks for the read. I can hear the Rice connection in the refrain -

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Good point.

LKD said...

You previously posted Berry's "The Peace of Wild Things" as a poem in your ever-growing anthology, yes?

That was the first Berry poem I'd ever read and I remember thinking it was as much a prayer as a poem.

This poem, "Woods," also strikes me as being as much a prayer as a poem. Berry is the only poet I've encountered, other than Frost, who manages to express the reverence I personally feel when I'm out there in the wild, lost (and found) deep in the deep woods.

The blessed and blessing trees indeed.

Thank you for these prayers of Berry's that you've shared here, these fine poems.

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

"The Peace of Wild Things" is in my anthology, Laurel. You make a good point about Berry's approach to writing. He also puts me in mind of Oliver and Stafford.