#wendellberry

[acthemanhere]

Happy 91st birthday to the great Wendell Berry!

To honor the occasion, here's one of his poems from "The Peace of the Wild Things":

[pyxisbr-blog-blog]

O Ludismo no Século XXI, da série "Entre sem bater".

Ser um ludita, atualmente, é uma tarefa ingrata.

Qualquer um acha que você tem que ser rebanho.

Vida longa ao Rei Ludd !

O Ludismo deixou de existir ou ganhou ares de modernidade?

Com toda a certeza, o praticante do Ludismo (ludita-raiz) sofre, atualmente, todo tipo de perseguição e classificação de um quase maluco.

#Ludismo #Entresembater #WendellBerry #Ludita #ReiLudd #Luddism #Luddite

[innervoyagesthroughart]

(via The Peace of Wild Things)

“When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s live may be,” then it is time to go down where the wood drakes rest.

[samuelhumphreys]

Everyone prepares for the end of civilisation differently. For me it’s to become a seed bank of plants we’re losing faster than I can plant them. — — — SOWING THE SEED by Wendell Berry. Sowing the seed, my hand is one with the earth. Wanting the seed to grow, my mind is one with the light. Hoeing the crop, my hands are one with the rain. Having cared for the plants, my mind is one with the air. Hungry and trusting, my mind is one with the earth. Eating the fruit, my body is one with the earth. #WendellBerry#theMadFarmer #Poems #agrarian #poetry #nativeseed #seeds #indigenousplants #sowingtheseed https://www.instagram.com/p/CawB8NulDj_/?utm_medium=tumblr

[quotaholic]

There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say 'It is yet more difficult than you thought.' This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.

Wendell Berry

[trixie-and-ames]

THE COLD by Wendell Berry How exactly good it is to know myself in the solitude of winter, my body containing its own warmth, divided from all by the cold; and to go separate and sure among the trees cleanly divided, thinking of you perfect too in your solitude, your life withdrawn into your own keeping —to be clear, poised in perfect self-suspension toward you, as though frozen. And having known fully the goodness of that, it will be good also to melt. #wendellberry #winterpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CY11xDIFj2A/?utm_medium=tumblr

[wabicreations]

Another semester is done. In my “final wrap” to the students, I once again share these wise words from one of my favorites, Wendell Berry. “There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say, 'It is yet more difficult than you thought.’ It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.” @wabicreations #wendellberry https://www.instagram.com/p/CXvyHJ6r-UEgOaM0sD4dDdgFTLh6_HVOqXLf000/?utm_medium=tumblr

[wabicreations]

Another semester is done. In my “final wrap” to the students, I once again share these wise words from one of my favorites, Wendell Berry. “There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say, 'It is yet more difficult than you thought.’ It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.” @wabicreations #wendellberry Wendell Berry https://www.instagram.com/p/CXvxzb_LZuF/?utm_medium=tumblr