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Monday, August 06, 2007

Yankees Suck

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"When had there ever been such a yearning of halves toward each other, such a longing, even in quarrels, to be whole? And sometimes they would be whole. The wholeness came upon them as a rush of light...so that she felt they must be shining in the dark." - Berry

There is much more to quote from the story, about halves and wholes, but I left "Fidelity" ("A Jonquil for Mary Penn") with Sarah and Derek, and so I beg of you to pick it up and read it for yourselves. A beautiful story. Several intellectuals who attended the wedding, certainly wanted to discuss it...

...but not nearly as much as others (mostly under the age of 25) wanted to discuss the phrase ("denounce the government" - as if that was the coolest thing ever said at a wedding) from Berry's poem that I read for the benediction. It was pretty cool, but it barely breaches the surface of an incredibly deep poem about profit, pregnancy, and practicing resurrection. The man filming the wedding actually gave me a very left-wing dvd about 911 conspiracies, called "from freedom to fascism". He "thought" I would like it. I probably would, but Wendell Berry is very different from left-wing conspiracies and right-wing justifications. ...mostly that everyone wants to denounce or defend the government, but nobody has the willingness, understanding, or wherewithal to practice resurrection or the patience to plant something that we will not live to harvest. Not in the "developed" world, anyway.

Beer brewed in Portsmouth, NH and cigars hand-rolled in Honduras were fairly popular items. Dunkin' Donuts still satisfied, and the Yankees still suck.

Maggie and I both had on yankees suck tee-shirts (hers is pink and says yankees "yuk") at the baltimore airport waiting on the plane - she has to walk around the entire time, and so i followed her, and we both enjoyed the attention we got for the shirts, except for the one guy who asked me if i was a "re-enactor". I said, "yeah", not knowing what the hell he was talking about, but thinking it would make sense to me in a minute. Then he said something about being from the south, and something about the confederates (whispering). then it made sense. totally awkward. especially since he totally celebrated what he thought was my embracing racial hatred, and wearing it on my t-shirt, to which he is probably telling his buddies at the neo-KKK rally this week about this guy who is "not ashamed", and that we should all be so racist without our hoods on. Maybe not.

Anyways, back to not being with my family during the week, which is draining, at every level.

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

although it's hard for me to relate to pregnancy, planting that seed, cultivating and harvesting its growth, my favorite part of "mad farmer liberation front" is the very first stanza.

i've learned to recognize the sour taste that thickens someone's mouth when they live for the profit margin or have hidden themselves and their families away behind all of the made-for-distraction things they own.

and i've never paired it with such transparency as to construct a big bay window right onto their forehead. and every action thereafter is the dictation of the corporation to which they have sold themselves.

what an inane struggle.

and i'm still learning.

it was very good to spend time with you and everyone else this weekend.

-christy