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Name: David
Interests: writing, graphic design, cooking, running, livestock, classical mechanics, Ethiopian Yergacheffe, nose-biting monkeys, pie, fonts, woodworking, tattoos, toes, scarlet tanagers, single-barrel bourbon
Expertise: Jack of all trades. You fill in the rest.
Occupation: Computer related (Internet)
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
10/11/2004
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| I posted a story here. You can read it if you like.
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| "Did you ever wonder," he said, and then he died. It has been bothering me ever since.
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| Everyone is posting favorite poems, which is of course a violation of copyright and you all are going to hell, but I'll join in the general iniquity. This is not as well-known as "The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer," its sequel and namesake, but I like it better, and would gladly trade all the Old Testament for it.
"The Mad Farmer Revolution" (by Wendell Berry)The mad farmer, the thirsty one,
went dry. When he had time
he threw a visionary high
lonesome on the holy communion wine.
"It is an awesome event
when an earthen man has drunk
his fill of the blood of a god,"
people said, and got out of his way.
He plowed the churchyard, the
minister's wife, three graveyards
and a golf course. In a parking lot
he planted a forest of little pines.
He sanctified the groves,
dancing at night in the oak shades
with goddesses. He led
a field of corn to creep up
and tassel like an Indian tribe
on the courthouse lawn. Pumpkins
ran out to the ends of their vines
to follow him. Ripe plums
and peaches reached into his pockets.
Flowers sprang up in his tracks
everywhere he stepped. And then
his planter's eye fell on
that parson's fair fine lady
again. "O holy plowman," cried she,
"I am all grown up in weeds.
Pray, bring me back into good tilth."
He tilled her carefully
and laid her by, and she
did bring forth others of her kind,
and others, and some more.
They sowed and reaped till all
the countryside was filled
with farmers and their brides sowing
and reaping. When they died
they became two spirits of the woods.
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| I finally have a couple of new posts at Polysynthesis, and the RSS is working, finally, for those of you who attempted to subscribe back in the days when it looked like I might actually post regularly.
Going to try, again, to post stuff more regularly.
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| If anyone still checks this page, I WROTE SOMETHING over here:
http://www.polysynthesis.net/?p=65
Fiction, no less, very short fiction. Enjoy, or don't. Free country and all that.
If Xanga had RSS feeds, I'd remember to read certain of you more often.
Really, don't take it personally. My brain is full, that's all.
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