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The Birth (Near Port William)


This is my favorite Christmas Poem. It was written by Wendell Berry.

They were into the lambing, up late.
Talking and smoking around their lantern,
they squatted in the barn door, left open
so the quiet of the winter night
diminished what they said. The chill
had begun to sink into their clothes.
Now and then they raised their hands
to breathe on them. The youngest one
yawned and shivered.

“Damn,” he said,
“I’d like to be asleep. I’d like to be
curled up in a warm nest like an old
groundhog, and sleep till spring.”

“When I was your age, Billy, it wasn’t
sleep I thought about,” Uncle Stanley said.
“Last few years here I’ve took to sleeping.”

And Raymond said: “To sleep till spring
you’d have to have a trust in things
the way animals do. Been a long time,
I reckon, since people felt safe enough
to sleep more than a night. You might
wake up someplace you didn’t go to sleep at.”

They hushed awhile, as if to let the dark
brood on what they had said. Behind them
a sheep stirred in the bedding and coughed.
It was getting close to midnight.
Later they would move back along the row
of penned ewes, making sure the newborn
lambs were well dried, and had sucked,
and they would go home cold to bed.
The barn stood between the ridgetop
and the woods along the bluff. Below
was the valley floor and the river
they could not see. They could hear
the wind dragging its underside
Through the bare branches of the woods.
And suddenly the wind began to carry
a low singing. They looked across
the lantern at each other’s eyes
and saw they had all heard. They stood,
their huge shadows rising up around them.
The night had changed. They were already
on their way — dry leaves underfoot
and mud under leaves — to another barn
on down along the woods’ edge,
an old stripping room, where by the light
of the open stove door they saw the man,
and then the woman and the child
lying on a bed of straw on the dirt floor.

“Well, look a there,” the old man said.
“First time this ever happened here.”

And Billy, looking, and looking away,
said: “Howdy. Howdy. Bad night.”

And Raymond said: “There’s a first
time, they say, for everything.”

And that,
he thought, was as reassuring as anything
was likely to be, and as he needed it to be.
They did what they could. Not much.
They brought a piece of rug and some sacks
to ease the hard bed a little, and one
wedged three dollar bills into a crack
in the wall in a noticeable place.
And they stayed on, looking, looking away,
until finally the man said they were well
enough off, and should be left alone.
They went back to their sheep. For a while
long they squatted by their lantern
and talked, tired, wanting sleep, yet stirred
by wonder — old Stanley too, though he would not
say so.

“Don’t make no difference,” he said
“They’ll have ’em anywhere. Looks like a man
would have a right to be born in bed, if not
die there, but he don’t.”
“But you heard
that singing in the wind,” Billy said.
“What about that?”

“Ghosts. They do that way.”

“Not that way.”

“Scared him, it did.”
The old man laughed. “We’ll have to hold
his damn hand for him, and lead him home.”

“It don’t even bother you,” Billy said
“You go right on just the same. But you heard.”

“Now that I’m old I sleep in the dark.
That ain’t what I used to do in it. I heard

“You heard a good deal more
than you’ll understand,” Raymond said,
“or him or me either.”

They looked at him.
He had, they knew, a talent for unreasonable
belief. He could believe in tomorrow
before it became today — a human enough
failing, and they were tolerant.

He said:
“It’s the old ground trying it again.
Solstice, seeding, and birth — it never
gets enough. It wants the birth of a man
to bring together sky and earth, like a stalk
of corn. It’s not death that makes the dead
rise out of the ground, but something alive
straining up, rooted in darkness, like a vine.
That’s what you heard. If you’re in your right mind
when it happens, it can come on you strong,
and you might hear music passing on the wind,
or see a light where there wasn’t one before.”

“Well, how do you know it amounts to anything?”

“You don’t. It usually don’t. It would take
a long long time to ever know.”

But that night
and other nights afterwards, up late,
there was a feeling in them — familiar
to them, but always startling in its strength —
like the thought, on a winter night,
of the lambing ewes dry-bedded and fed,
and the thought of the wild creatures warm
asleep in their nests, deep underground.

– Wendell Berry
“The Birth (Near Port William)”
from “Farming: A Handbook”

used here without permission but hoping that will be alright.

I’m fixin’ to talk about my Mama if y’all don’t mind

This post is several years old. I still feel the same way.

You can say whatever you want to about Kanye West, but if he winds up penniless and insane, he is more than welcome to sleep on my futon if for no other reason than that he made this song.  I love this song mostly because I love my Mama.  I’ve often thought about singing this song to Mama in pretty much the same way Kanye sings it in the video.  If you think he looked like a jackass at the MTV Music Video awards as he was interrupting Taylor Swift, you can only imagine what a jackass I would look like — pale, 37 year old — singing this song to my Mama.  Not something that would be fit for the YouTubes.

Also not something that is going to happen.  Can’t happen because Mama has been gone now for three years.  That sucks.  Today would have been her 70th birthday, and I want to be able to celebrate it with her.  Our birthdays are very close on the calendar, so that made her birthday seem special to me for some reason.  I miss sharing this week with her.  So I don’t give a damn what you think about Kanye West.  As far as I am concerned, he made the best Mama song EVER.

We’re heading for Venus and still we stand tall

It’s time for Sanuk D to take a little trip y’all. I’ve been here for more than three years, and frankly I think my work is done. It’s done for now, for sure. I appreciate you. You read something here when you should have been doing something else. Probably anything else. It’s possible that I’ll be back, but I’m not sure. In the meantime, you could probably find something to read here.

This is the ’80s and Loc’s down with the ladies

Tallulah’s former babysitter was on “Wheel of Fortune” tonight. She did awesome. (Awesomely?) Ok, she did awesomely. $50k before taxes. That’s probably like $30k after, but that’s all right. I could deal with $30k. Probably get a new stereo for the bucket, something like that.

It reminded me of the time that David Sandborn, Lee Greenwood, and Tone-Loc were contestants on a celebrity edition of Wheel. It’s true! I think Lee Greenwood may have actually been wearing a shirt made from an American Flag. That footage is not available on YouTube, but I will pay you $30k, tax free, if you post it. Or Tallulah’s babysitter will. Maybe.

In the meantime, enjoy some Tone-Loc: