In one of his first acts, Obama, through his chief of staff Rahm Emanuel, “ordered a halt to all pending federal regulations until the new White House team conducts a legal and policy review of the last-minute Bush administration rules,” E&E Daily (subs. reqd) reports. ... Rahm Emanuel’s memo could lead to the reversal of dozens of energy and environmental measures advanced in Bush’s waning days, including standards addressing mountaintop mining, air pollution permits, logging in the West, an exemption for factory farms from Superfund reporting requirements and endangered species.
Unquestionably, Andrew Wyeth was, is & will ever be the most famous visual artist to come from the western ‘burbs of Philadelphia.¹ That self-portrait shows him walking over Kuerner’s Hill in Chadds Ford, not far from the home where he died. Tempera on a panel, “Trodden Weed” – or “Night Sleeper” above – captures the very fine balancing act that Wyeth’s work always involved: simply awesome technique, an uncritical sense of painting just ever so slightly on the impressionistic side of realism & an understanding that sentimentality would capsize this genuinely conservative aesthetic. The closest thing to Andrew Wyeth in the world of poetry is probably Wendell Berry, and I mean that as a compliment to both.
Contestants may enter by submitting an original essay, with a minimum of 500 words (not to exceed 600), describing their thoughts on the following statement, by poet and writer Wendell Berry: "If we are serious about peace, then we must work for it as ardently and bravely as we now prepare for war."
The modern technology revolution continues to march forward in the 21st century. In many ways we are still in the infancy stage of the revolution. I believe there are many innovations and inventions yet ahead. As a certified geek I am excited about what the future may hold regarding modern technology. I am also very aware that technology has the power to help and to destroy. As an avid fan of Wendell Berry I am cognizant of the potential of technology wreaking havoc on the world via some unthought of, unintended consequence.
At its broadest, Berry’s vision is cast as a “dogged search for health in the midst of disease. His notion of health is undergirded by a set of ideas that includes finitude, humility, localness, boundedness, propriety of scale, particularity” (25). This health seems most observed in nature, in the creation, and in community, with two scriptural precedents that Berry initiates and Bonzo and Stevens elaborate on: Genesis 1 and 2, and 1 Corinthians 12.
The will to live burns fiercely in us, and the instinct for survival is strong. In this lyrical tale, renowned essayist Wendell Berry gives us Whitefoot, a mouse who lived "on the briary edge of a wooded hollow."
When I speak of such a loss, I am not mourning the loss of the 1950's "conservative" Leave it to Beaver America. The 1950's culture James Dobson wants to return to is antichrist. I mourn the loss of Berry's Old Jack and Edwards' Ebenezer, and the cultures, and the material and spiritual surroundings which made the existence of such men possible.
At the end of Entries, my favorite of Wendell Berry’s poetry collections, is a series of twelve poems titled “In Extremis: Poems about My Father.” They’re among my favorite poems ever, powerful and poignant meditations on the complexity of a relationship, love, and loss — the loss by increments of the aging process.
If you’ve not discovered the writings of Wendell Berry, but want to treat yourself—and challenge your heart and conscience—begin to familiarize yourself with his works. Berry is a Christian and biblical in his worldview, though he likely would not claim the designation “evangelical.” But if we learned only from the works and thoughts of evangelicals—especially in the area of caring for creation and seeing the importance and place of nature in what we call “our community”—we would suffer from an extreme lack of knowledge and understanding.
I thought to myself, "maybe I spelled his name wrong or did something wrong on the computer search page." So I asked the librarian to help me.
"Do you know if we have any books by Wendell Berry?" I asked nicely.
"Hmmn, Wendell Berry. I've never heard of him. Let's check," she replied sweetly.
To which my head is screaming, "NEVER HEARD OF HIM????"
"No, Jackie, I don't see anything. If you have a specific title in mind I could get it for you on the intra-library loan," she added.