From: Jack Fulton (jefulton1@attbi.com)
Date: 10/30/02-08:41:04 AM Z
Dear Wendell Berry . . . good pal of Eugene Meatyard as I remember
> The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer
>
> I am done with apologies. If contrariness is my
> inheritance and destiny, so be it. If it is my mission
> to go in at exits and come out at entrances, so be it.
> I have planted by the stars in defiance of the experts,
> and tilled somewhat by incantation and by singing,
> and reaped, as I knew, by luck and Heaven's favor,
> in spite of the best advice. If I have been caught
> so often laughing at funerals, that was because
> I knew the dead were already slipping away,
> preparing for a comeback, and can I help it?
> And if at weddings I have gritted and gnashed
> my teeth, it was because I knew where the bridegroom
> had sunk his manhood, and knew it would not
> be resurrected by a piece of cake. "Dance" they told me
> and I stood still, and while they stood
> quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
> "Pray" they said, and I laughed, covering myself
> in the earth's brightnesses, and then stole off gray
> into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan.
> When they said "I know that my Redeemer liveth,"
> I told them "He's dead." And when they told me
> "God is dead," I answered "He goes fishing every day
> in the Kentucky River. I see Him often."
> When they asked me would I like to contribute
> I said no, and when they had collected
> more than they needed, I gave them as much as I had.
> When they asked me to join them I wouldn't
> and then went off by myself and did more
> than they would have asked. "Well, then" they said
> "go and organize the International Brotherhood
> of Contraries," I said "Did you finish killing
> everybody who was against peace?" So be it.
> Going against men, I have heard at times a deep harmony
> thrumming in the mixture, and when they ask me what
> I say I don't know. It is not the only or the easiest
> way to come to the truth. It is one way.
>
> Wendell Berry
> from Farming: A Hand Book
>
> Cheers,
> Christine
>
>
> "Robkin, Eugene" wrote:
>
>> This way off topic but the "no one" in the earlier post is incorrect. I
>> live in semi-rural Wisconsin and there are many people making it on
>> small farms as their only income. As always the trick lies in the
>> nature of the brain power you bring to the project as well as some luck.
>>
>> The theme of "making a living" has as many variations for farming as it
>> does for photography.
>>
>> Gene Robkin
>>
>> -----Original Message-----
>>
>> From: Ender100@aol.com [mailto:Ender100@aol.com]
>> Sent: Monday, October 28, 2002 9:41 PM
>> To: alt-photo-process-l@sask.usask.ca
>> Subject: Re: films for scanning
>>
>> In the US, it is partially because no one can make a living off of the
>> small
>> family farm anymore... that loaf of bread that costs you dearly....
>> maybe
>> about 5 cents goes to the farmer. You can't even own farmland as an
>> investment anymore.
>
> --
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> You can't be a real country unless you have a beer and an
> airline. It helps if you have some kind of a football team, or
> some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a beer.
> --Frank Zappa
>
>
>
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