Manifesto... The Mad Farmer Liberation Front -by Wendell Berry

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window into your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all that you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
So that your main crop is the forest,
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
So that the leaves are harvested
when they are rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophecy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion-put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the word. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please woman more than men.
Ask yourself: will this satisfy a woman satisfied
to bear a child? Will this disturb the sleep
 of a woman near to giving birth?

Give your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trial, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

 --Wendell Berry