Thursday, January 14, 2016
The Farming Life
Acting Their Parts
-Is there bullshit in Heaven?
-Do you mean actual droppings?
-You know what I mean!
-Well, a misdemeanor here, so practitioners could get there and
spew their endless nonsense.
-I'd hafta hear it?
-Nah! Must be a lotta tune-out mechanisms there.
-I just happened to think, real farmers when they talk about bullshit,
the metaphor, must have the actual stench in their nostrils too.
-Thus meaning much more! But I didn't know that farmers are big
on metaphor.
-A lot we don't know. You be Farmer Joe and I'll be Farmer Jim.
-Like we played as kids?
-But better, fuller. By talking we'll discover Truth! Of others and ourselves.
-A definite first! uh, Farmer Jim.
-Farmer Joe, what do you think about all that space in Space? Does it prove God?
-Moving ahead too fast there, Farmer Jim!
-Maybe so, Farmer Joe, let's give it time.
-A week.
-And Gwen and Ceci?
-Farmers' wives! They'll do their chores and shut up!
-Don't think so. Modern wives regardless.
-That means they'll try to ruin it for us farmers!
-Why change anything?
-Well I don't wanna come off a blistering afternoon
plowing the North Forty, and listen to her complaining about…?
-Lack of similar attention? I’ll speak to her.
-Who put you in charge?
-As always, someone must pick up the reins!.
-But we're tractor guys!
-Okay, I'll lead in my John Deere.
-Right behind you in my HUGE Massey-Ferguson!
-See? Know a lot already!
-I’m brutish!
-Noted!
Labels: farming, John Deer, marriage, Massey-Ferguson, role-playing, sexism
Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Department of Heavy Questons
How Many Illegal Immigrants
Can Dance On the Head of a Pin?
Depends. You need ‘em for rhetoric, what’s the difference ever?
You need ‘em to pick your fuckin melons:
battalions!
Labels: farming, immigration, politics of immigration, rhetoric
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Move Over, John Deere
Working Conditions
-Farm Bill weighs as much as Des Moines.
Can't justify printing it, so it's ebook.
-I know one big farmer reading it while
cranking up the a/c in his tractor cab.
-Mozart still piped in?
-Culture on the plain, not Hee Haw.
-What's on other screens?
-Corn and wheat futures. Real Estate in
Zurich and Tokyo. Derivatives in London.
-Yup, farmin' sure hard-scrabblin'!
-That never changes.
Labels: corruption, Farm Bill, farming, wealth
Monday, August 20, 2012
Two flee the catty Arts
for farming, real, dirt, not
Gentleman. Traverse mud-
dy fields for planting, bosky
dells for mushrooms. They
advance in this rough trade
when one, alas, passes.
Media dwells on former career and
mentions "long-time companion"--
no tough deal in the blue states. In
reds, a fact imagined like mosques.
Labels: arts, blue state, farming, red state, sexuality
