Wendell Berry, by Harry Holdorf

Wendell Berry, by Harry Holdorf

It’s a hackneyed cliché that great poets, writers, thinkers, are seldom recognized by their contemporaries. Cultures are so caught up in their own little dioramas, the bigger pictures often pass by unseen. Perhaps future generations will recognize Wendell Berry as the...
Wendell Berry, by Harry Holdorf

www.thereisonegod.com, by Harry Holdorf

There was this hairy, black, long, rounded mucus-covered package come slowly sliding out the rear end of a angus cow, standing alone in the middle of a spring-green Carolina meadow. Momma slowly turned and began licking and nudging the gently moving life package, and...
Wendell Berry, by Harry Holdorf

Billy Weed, by Harry Holdorf

What with the recent state-by-state recreational pot legalizations, I thought I’d look up my buddy Billy Weed from fifty years ago, and see what he’s thinking these days. I found him retired, living in a drafty old farmhouse in western Tennessee, enjoying feeding the...
Wendell Berry, by Harry Holdorf

The Maunder Minimum, by Harry Holdorf

It’s been such a struggle for me to admit to the possibility that the last century’s horrendous global unnatural inhuman activity may serve a higher purpose. For a life-long Green Environmentalist such as myself, it’s a lot of crow to eat: to think that the dude...