Willi hit me up this afternoon with a link to a great piece by Graeme O’Farrell on Permaculture and Poetic Politics over at Open Secret.Writer.Poet.
A short excerpt should be enough to lead you into the rest of the article:
“Writing and speaking poetry is not enough for me. I work and study as a permaculturist because I must be prepared, so that when the day comes, I will be able to say to my son: “In generations gone by our elders ate the fruits of war, condemned their grandchildren to slavery and starvation, plundered the Earth of her diverse biological foundation. Those ways are dying, and many people are lost in despair. But we are a reason for hope. We will eat the fruits of peace, and leave for our grandchildren fertile oases. Our compost piles will outlast our bones, and our fruit trees will outgrow our poems.
“Welcome to the tribal revival my son. Put down the pen for now, grab a shovel and some gloves. Before the setting of the sun, there is work to be done.”