Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.

And you will have a window in 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 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 millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will 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 world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women 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?

Go with 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 trail, the way
you didn't go.

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Oh how my ideas of handsome have changed...

In the past
I wrote these things:
I like buzz cuts
black shirts
black dress pants
with a black belt and shoes
I like jeans with a suit jacket
and a button up shirt
I like guys that wear
baseball hats and baseball tee's
I like black vests with
white button up shirts underneath
with jeans and a fadora hat
I like green army looking button up shirts

Today I looked at that list
oh how my ideas
of handsome have changed...
I like a man who radiates love not cologne
I like a man who loves God
and wears His word on his tongue
I like the heart beneath that shirt
I like the mind beneath that hat
I like the strength of character
seen not in muscles but
in the gentle acts of kindness and love
towards every woman and man
young or old.
I like a man who spends time on those in need
instead of spending money on things he doesn't need
I like a man who spends time on educating his mind
and not mindlessly playing videogames
I like a man who knows what hard work is
and enjoys it maybe just for the fact that it helps him
related to others better and
he glorifies God when he gives his best
I like a man who cares more for
the mind,
the heart,
the soul
of the woman he loves
rather than
the bust size
the status
the easyness
of the woman
I like a man who loves God and me
not only in word but in deed.