12 April 2010

Monday Sunshine: Echoes of John Henry

Swinging steel hammer,
Brow dripping sweat, I toil.
For whom do I work?

7 comments:

  1. There is something so terribly profound about this short poem. It brought to mind all kinds of memory about reading Marx and alienated labor and existentialism and about what motivates our struggle. It is extraordinary how such a small poem can stir so much.

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  2. I recommend finding out who you are doing the work for. It would be terrible if you didn't get paid.

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  3. LOL - I have to agree with Mo on this one.

    JanfromtheSushiBar

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  4. This reminds me of Two Tramps in Mud Time, my favorite poem of all time...Frost.

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  5. I guess I work for myself because I have been self motivated all these years.

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  6. Quick! Where's my copy of "Live at Folsom"!

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"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."


-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...