Tag: Wendell Berry

Taking a Turn Taking it on the Chin

But the attacks on higher education are also part of a broader trend, which devalues work itself, especially work motivated by love

In Praise of Old Fencerows

Within five years you could have a tiny piece of managed nature, in which more birds sing than you would have thought possible

Story of the Seasons: The Countryman’s Notebooks of Adrian Bell

Like the wonderful American writer Wendell Berry, Adrian Bell’s desire for a return to a more sympathetic agriculture is not born out of nostalgia

“Ordo Amoris” and ending Burnout Culture

Only then can attention and passion be directed in the most life-giving ways and only then can a healthy culture emerge from a disconnected and attenuated one.

Reflection in a Glass Wall

The reflection looked like a vintage motion picture, only without those stilted movements.

The AI Invasion: For Humans, It’s Becoming Harder to Write

No question about it: For writers like me, who would like nothing more than to do our own writing and thinking with dignity and intellectual honesty, it’s becoming harder to write—at least on a computer.

“As I Know by Love”: Wendell Berry’s Another Day

One might think that after forty-four years of writing these Sabbath poems, Berry would run out of things to say. But it seems that as long as the trees continue their silent conversion of light to soil, as long as the sun and the moon endure, as long as he has life and breath, Berry will continue his acts of Sabbath praise.

Saying No to AI in Education

To rush AI into the classroom or into daily life is to put student well-being at stake. And as Kingsnorth reminds us, refusal to accept certain forms of technology can “enrich rather than impoverish.”

Shopping Local in a Storm

I mourn the storm. It’s far from over. But I also do not mourn without hope.

The Very Online Culture Wars

The Very Online Right might be riding high now, but I anticipate that the election jackpot of the moment will not last and that this victory will soon look more like Las Vegas at noon, beaten down and tawdry under the merciless exposure of the midday western sun.