‘The Goal’ As Learn By Wendell Berry

by Terry Heick

I just lately attended a screening of a documentary on Wendell Berry on the Louisville Pace Artwork Museum.

Drew Perkins and I took in what was then known as ‘The Seer’ again in July. Now titled ‘Look and See” out of, if I’m not mistaken, Berry’s reluctance to be the centerpiece of the movie, by far probably the most transferring bit for me was the opening sequence, the place Berry’s sage voice reads his personal poem, ‘The Goal’ in opposition to a dizzying and incredible montage of visuals trying to replicate a few of the greater concepts within the traces and stanzas.

The change in title is sensible although, as a result of the documentary is basically much less about Berry and his work, and extra concerning the realities of recent farming–key themes for certain in Berry’s work, however in the identical sense that farms and rustic settings have been key themes in Robert Frost’s work: seen, however most powerfully as symbols in pursuit of broader allegories, quite than locations for which means.

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Anybody who has learn any of my very own writing is aware of what a rare affect Berry has been on me as a author, educator, and father. I created a type of college mannequin based mostly on his work in 2012 known as ‘The Inside-Out College,’ have exchanged letters with him, and was even lucky sufficient to fulfill him final 12 months.

Proper, so, the movie. You possibly can buy the documentary right here, and whereas I believe it misses on framing Berry for the widest potential viewers, it’s a uncommon have a look at a really non-public man and thus I can’t suggest it strongly sufficient if you happen to’re a reader of Berry.

The issue of mixing consumerism (adverts, promoting DVDs, promoting books) isn’t misplaced on me right here, however I’m hoping that the theme and distribution of the message outweigh any inherent (and woeful) irony when the entire items listed below are thought-about in sum. Additionally, there’s a stanza that appears to be lacking from the voice-over that I included within the transcription under.

The poem is taken from ‘A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems’ 1979-1997 revealed by Counterpoint Press in 1998.

The Goal

by Wendell Berry

Even whereas I dreamed I prayed that what I noticed was solely concern and no foretelling,

for I noticed the final recognized panorama destroyed for the sake

of the target–the soil bulldozed, the rock blasted.

Those that had wished to go residence would by no means get there now.

I visited the workplaces the place for the sake of the target,

the planners deliberate at clean desks set in rows.

I visited the loud factories the place the machines have been made

that might drive ever ahead towards the target.

I noticed the forest lowered to stumps and gullies;

I noticed the poisoned river–the mountain solid into the valley;

I got here to the town that no person acknowledged as a result of it regarded like each different metropolis.

I noticed the passages worn by the unnumbered footfalls of these

whose eyes have been fastened upon the target.

Their passing had obliterated the graves and the monuments

of those that had died in pursuit of the target

and who had way back ceaselessly been forgotten,

in accordance with the inevitable rule that those that have forgotten

overlook that they’ve forgotten.

Women and men, and youngsters now pursued the target as if no person ever had pursued it earlier than.

The races and the sexes now intermingled completely in pursuit of the target.

The once-enslaved, the once-oppressed,

have been now free to promote themselves to the very best bidder

and to enter the most effective paying prisons in pursuit of the target,

which was the destruction of all enemies,

which was the destruction of all obstacles,

which was to clear the way in which to victory,

which was to clear the way in which to promotion,

to salvation,

to progress,

to the finished sale,

to the signature on the contract,

which was to clear the way in which to self-realization, to self-creation,

from which no person who ever wished to go residence would ever get there now,

for each remembered place had been displaced;

each love unloved,

each vow unsworn,

each phrase unmeant

to make manner for the passage of the gang of the individuated,

the autonomous, the self-actuated, the homeless with their many eyes

opened towards the target which they didn’t but understand within the far distance,

having by no means recognized the place they have been going,

having by no means recognized the place they got here from.

From ‘A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems’ 1979-1997, by Wendell Berry, Counterpoint, 1998

‘The Goal’ As Learn By Wendell Berry