{"id":3186,"date":"2014-11-13T04:00:00","date_gmt":"2014-11-13T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/fumblingtowardgrace\/?p=3186"},"modified":"2014-11-13T04:00:00","modified_gmt":"2014-11-13T08:00:00","slug":"radio-silence-houses-and-a-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/fumblingtowardgrace\/2014\/11\/13\/radio-silence-houses-and-a-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Radio Silence, Houses, and a Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

I had so much fun doing the poem challenge in October. I only wish I\u2019d actually been able to post a poem a day. Ah well, perhaps in a season of life when I don\u2019t have two infants underfoot and a house that needs ready-ing. Ready for what, you ask?<\/p>\n

I thought you\u2019d never ask! Why, we are getting our lovely 78 year old Tudor style home ready to sadly, put it on the market. We\u2019ve outgrown our little home and are moving out of the city and into the\u2026.dare I say it\u2026.suburbs. I know, I know. I swing like a pendulum on PED\u2019s back and forth about this.<\/p>\n

It\u2019ll be amazing. I love the Monon Trail.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m a terrible sell out. I better burn my 317 t-shirt and give away my TOMS.<\/p>\n

But free Catholic school and an amazing, amazing parish.<\/p>\n

But living with rich people, who I hope will not be too terribly obnoxious.<\/p>\n

And all those roundabouts.<\/p>\n

Back and forth it goes.<\/p>\n

In the end, it\u2019s the best choice for our family, and I know we will love it. But I\u2019m still left feeling sort of guilty about leaving a neighborhood with true socio-economic diversity to live in a town where the median household income is about 100k a year. Whew. There, I said it. I know that in some ways it\u2019ll be easier to get involved in working with the poor and getting to know them, since our parish runs the largest food pantry in the county as well as a free medical clinic for the uninsured. I know myself and I know that as soon as the boxes are unpacked and Maggie is back in school, I\u2019ll be finding time and ways to get involved. But still, when I was a starry-eyed dreamer living in Chicago, I never thought I\u2019d be a suburban Indiana housewife. Let me tell you that.<\/p>\n

I digress.<\/p>\n

So we are prepping our home for the market. Which involves lots of painting. Lots and lots of painting.<\/p>\n

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The first wave of supplies.<\/p>\n

The thing with 78 year old houses is, they are mostly made with plaster for the walls and plaster is very heavy and cracks. So many cracks. The good news is, after its done, it will look so nice. We\u2019re painting the living room (including domed ceiling like a hobbit house) a color called Sand Dollar. I love it.<\/p>\n

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Upgrade from the off-white on the walls for the last 5 years. And yes, that is a 78 year old light fixture with a crooked lampshade.<\/p>\n

The worst part was taking all of my many and varied framed photos and artwork from the walls. I just adore my objets d\u2019art. And by that I mean my million and a half artsy fartsy family pictures and some random artwork I\u2019ve acquired over the years like a crazy cat lady on adoption day at Petsmart.<\/p>\n

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Piles of frames. It\u2019s so sad. This is also sometimes our dining room table.<\/p>\n

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Worst of all, our gorgeous crucifix from Rome.<\/p>\n

Thus things have been quiet over here and I did not get as many poems posted as I hoped to. Womp womp.<\/p>\n

Our goal is to have everything done that needs done by mid-January so we can list the house then if we feel like it (ie. if there homes on the market where we\u2019re moving that we like bunches). In January, the real fun begins! Figuring out what to do with a 4 year old, two 14 month olds, and a dog during the middle of winter when we have showings. Laugh a minute over here.<\/p>\n

Why yes, I am a crazy person. How did you guess?<\/p>\n

Since I\u2019m crazy, I\u2019m going to include one of my favorite crazy poems, from one of my favorite writers, Wendell Berry. He\u2019s a lunatic farmer in case you haven\u2019t heard my proclamations of love for him before. This poem makes me laugh and makes me think. A perfect combination.<\/p>\n

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front<\/strong><\/p>\n

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,<\/p>\n

vacation with pay. Want more<\/p>\n

of everything ready-made. Be afraid<\/p>\n

to know your neighbors and to die.<\/p>\n

And you will have a window in your head.<\/p>\n

Not even your future will be a mystery<\/p>\n

any more. Your mind will be punched in a card<\/p>\n

and shut away in a little drawer.<\/p>\n

When they want you to buy something<\/p>\n

they will call you. When they want you<\/p>\n

to die for profit they will let you know.<\/p>\n

So, friends, every day do something<\/p>\n

that won\u2019t compute. Love the Lord.<\/p>\n

Love the world. Work for nothing.<\/p>\n

Take all that you have and be poor.<\/p>\n

Love someone who does not deserve it.<\/p>\n

Denounce the government and embrace<\/p>\n

the flag. Hope to live in that free<\/p>\n

republic for which it stands.<\/p>\n

Give your approval to all you cannot<\/p>\n

understand. Praise ignorance, for what man<\/p>\n

has not encountered he has not destroyed.<\/p>\n

Ask the questions that have no answers.<\/p>\n

Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.<\/p>\n

Say that your main crop is the forest<\/p>\n

that you did not plant,<\/p>\n

that you will not live to harvest.<\/p>\n

Say that the leaves are harvested<\/p>\n

when they have rotted into the mold.<\/p>\n

Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.<\/p>\n

Put your faith in the two inches of humus<\/p>\n

that will build under the trees<\/p>\n

every thousand years.<\/p>\n

Listen to carrion \u2013 put your ear<\/p>\n

close, and hear the faint chattering<\/p>\n

of the songs that are to come.<\/p>\n

Expect the end of the world. Laugh.<\/p>\n

Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful<\/p>\n

though you have considered all the facts.<\/p>\n

So long as women do not go cheap<\/p>\n

for power, please women more than men.<\/p>\n

Ask yourself: Will this satisfy<\/p>\n

a woman satisfied to bear a child?<\/p>\n

Will this disturb the sleep<\/p>\n

of a woman near to giving birth?<\/p>\n

Go with your love to the fields.<\/p>\n

Lie down in the shade. Rest your head<\/p>\n

in her lap. Swear allegiance<\/p>\n

to what is nighest your thoughts.<\/p>\n

As soon as the generals and the politicos<\/p>\n

can predict the motions of your mind,<\/p>\n

lose it. Leave it as a sign<\/p>\n

to mark the false trail, the way<\/p>\n

you didn\u2019t go. Be like the fox<\/p>\n

who makes more tracks than necessary,<\/p>\n

some in the wrong direction.<\/p>\n

Practice resurrection.<\/p>\n

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front\u201d<\/em> from<\/em> The Country of Marriage, copyright \u00a9 1973 by Wendell Berry<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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