Friday, March 20, 2015

Think like a tree


I am the great sun


I am the great sun, but you do not see me,
I am your husband, but you turn away.
I am the captive, but you do not free me,
I am the captain you will not obey.
I am the truth, but you will not believe me,
I am the city where you will not stay,
I am your wife, your child,
but you will leave me,
I am that God to whom you will not pray.
I am your counsel, but you do not hear me,
I am the lover whom you will betray.
I am the victor, but you do not cheer me,
I am the holy dove whom you will slay.
I am your life, but if you will not name me,
Seal up your soul with tears, and never blame me.


Charles Causley

Monday, March 02, 2015

Wendell Berry

Good work finds the way between pride and despair. 

 

Il pensiero unico viene dal Nord

«Urla, o porta; grida, o città; struggiti, Palestina tutta,
poiché viene un fiume da settentrione
E ognuno si cingerà di sacchi per le sue strade
e tutti quanti urleranno sopra i suoi tetti e nelle sue piazze,
struggendosi di pianto»
(P. P. Pasolini)