To be of use

Today I have a poem to share – one that I recently came across and one that tugged at me more than I expected. You’ll read of the ‘work of the world’ and well, that is the work I want to do, and these people the poet speaks of, that is the kind of person I yearn to become…

To Be of Use

By Marge Piercy

The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward, who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who stand in the line and haul in their places, who are not parlor generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident. Greek amphoras for wine or oil, Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used. The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.

From Circles on the Water (1982), published by Alfred A. Knopf, and found via the really great blog of writer Ben Hewitt

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces

Buddy Wakefield is one of my slam poetry heroes.

If you haven’t heard this poem, The Information Man, yet, Monday really is the best day of the week to give it a good listen.

You are incredible.


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