Reaching soaring trees
Cluster on the hot prairie
Like great shady tents
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14 July 2018
27 June 2018
10 January 2018
haiku 9 Jan 2018
Its crown scrapes the sky
On broad trunk man’s knowledge writ
Roots sunk deep, endless
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On broad trunk man’s knowledge writ
Roots sunk deep, endless
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22 November 2017
haiku 21 Nov 2017
Oak trees shattering
A tornado touches down
Nowhere is safe, now
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A tornado touches down
Nowhere is safe, now
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09 August 2017
ones not uniform
The forest was broad and wide, a nearly uniform collection of pines swaying in wind and breeze. Stretching, it seemed, from sea to shining sea, the forest covered fertile and sandy ground, rocky shores and freezing wastes alike.
Here and there stood clumps and clusters of trees unlike the others, however, ones not uniform, ones with different types of bark and shapes of leaf or seed. Ones that responded differently to different types of weather. Ones that had different ideas about whether or not the land should be covered with one kind of tree, mostly. Ones that saw each tree in the forest as an individual unto itself, not as a member of a distinctive or pre-ordained race.
Outwardly, the pines tolerated those not uniform. Inwardly, the pines secretly hoped that soon - as soon as possible, in fact - the different trees would die off and let a gently swaying pine grow where they’d once stood.
Then came gnawing beetles, pine-tree-eating insects that tore through those uniform stands what stretched from sea to shining sea, eating away at their trunks, devouring their crowns, infesting their roots, causing much havoc and destruction. Afterward, the few pine trees left standing were ones surrounded by or living next to those trees of different types, whose leaves and seeds weren’t uniform. ‘Now we know the importance of diversity,’ the pines agreed, their voices soft as verdant needles falling. ‘Let us all live densely together, we trees of different types, now and forever more, until the starlight fails.’
americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan
Here and there stood clumps and clusters of trees unlike the others, however, ones not uniform, ones with different types of bark and shapes of leaf or seed. Ones that responded differently to different types of weather. Ones that had different ideas about whether or not the land should be covered with one kind of tree, mostly. Ones that saw each tree in the forest as an individual unto itself, not as a member of a distinctive or pre-ordained race.
Outwardly, the pines tolerated those not uniform. Inwardly, the pines secretly hoped that soon - as soon as possible, in fact - the different trees would die off and let a gently swaying pine grow where they’d once stood.
Then came gnawing beetles, pine-tree-eating insects that tore through those uniform stands what stretched from sea to shining sea, eating away at their trunks, devouring their crowns, infesting their roots, causing much havoc and destruction. Afterward, the few pine trees left standing were ones surrounded by or living next to those trees of different types, whose leaves and seeds weren’t uniform. ‘Now we know the importance of diversity,’ the pines agreed, their voices soft as verdant needles falling. ‘Let us all live densely together, we trees of different types, now and forever more, until the starlight fails.’
americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan
26 April 2017
Liberty grew lopsided
The Tree of Liberty grew lopsided, one side of it green and youthful, the other brown and decayed. Watered for many decades only by the blood of patriots, we the American people had all but forgotten the Tree planted to mark the sacrifices our ancestors had made to free us from foreign oppression.
Since the days when the yoke of British domination had been shrugged off, the fetters that had enslaved us to the will of a distant king cast away, we had allowed instead a domestic tyranny to sink its roots deep into our fertile soil. Wide it had spread its tendrils, grasping vines dripping with poison that had permeated all branches of government in such a way as to make it indistinguishable from the dominating fetters long before shattered. Such was the reach of this tyranny that it had climbed halfway up the Tree of Liberty, to choke the last of its life away. When one of its roots was dug out, however, the other roots would grow thicker, the persons empowered by this tyranny too rich and greedy, their stranglehold on the throat of Lady Justice too firm. But the blood of tyrants could water the Tree of Liberty back to her former glory, and but through united effort could We the People rid ourselves of the oligarchy that ate daily of our sustenance. We had allowed the vines of tyranny to cut us off from one another, though, its sickly leaves our tablets, televisions, and cell-phones through which broadcast the hollow speech of angry talking heads.
Only by standing together, three hundred millions united and strong, could we prevail against these tyrannical injustices. Splintered as we are, however, the sacrifices made by our brave forebears will come to naught, and the Tree they planted for us will soon be pulled crashing down.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
Since the days when the yoke of British domination had been shrugged off, the fetters that had enslaved us to the will of a distant king cast away, we had allowed instead a domestic tyranny to sink its roots deep into our fertile soil. Wide it had spread its tendrils, grasping vines dripping with poison that had permeated all branches of government in such a way as to make it indistinguishable from the dominating fetters long before shattered. Such was the reach of this tyranny that it had climbed halfway up the Tree of Liberty, to choke the last of its life away. When one of its roots was dug out, however, the other roots would grow thicker, the persons empowered by this tyranny too rich and greedy, their stranglehold on the throat of Lady Justice too firm. But the blood of tyrants could water the Tree of Liberty back to her former glory, and but through united effort could We the People rid ourselves of the oligarchy that ate daily of our sustenance. We had allowed the vines of tyranny to cut us off from one another, though, its sickly leaves our tablets, televisions, and cell-phones through which broadcast the hollow speech of angry talking heads.
Only by standing together, three hundred millions united and strong, could we prevail against these tyrannical injustices. Splintered as we are, however, the sacrifices made by our brave forebears will come to naught, and the Tree they planted for us will soon be pulled crashing down.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
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