They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
~ Neil Young ‘Thrasher’ 1979
They had given all they had for something new
~ Neil Young ‘Thrasher’ 1979
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| Wheat Field with Crows ~ Vincent |
Daniel leans into the plough while the horse-winch whines to turn its spiked wheels across Muddyfield. Mud arcs spatter behind each wheel as they struggle to find purchase.
Lee and Alice follow at a distance prudent to the avoidance of any more mud on their clothes; their bodies bent double, planting.
Potatoes: The Clave’s staple source of nutrient and the root of much complaint, both in the growing and in the eating thereof.
“You want Utopia, go read a book,” Lee shouts above the horse-winch whine, “Thistopia demands work”
“You make it sound like we’ve got a choice” Alice shouts back, their voices echo up the valley walls.
“I could choose to go read a book”
“You’d be choosing to starve then”
“True, but I could leave and become a trader”
“As if – can’t see you lasting two minutes in Bigmark”
“Can’t see me lasting two more minutes of this”
The horse-winch reaches the end of the furrow.
“Whadda you think Daniel? Is life a bowl of cherries?”
“Dunno anything about cherries; potatoes now… and I do know that this fucking tin horse must be the most inefficient use of battery power I’ve ever had to deal with”
Lee and Alice follow at a distance prudent to the avoidance of any more mud on their clothes; their bodies bent double, planting.
Potatoes: The Clave’s staple source of nutrient and the root of much complaint, both in the growing and in the eating thereof.
“You want Utopia, go read a book,” Lee shouts above the horse-winch whine, “Thistopia demands work”
“You make it sound like we’ve got a choice” Alice shouts back, their voices echo up the valley walls.
“I could choose to go read a book”
“You’d be choosing to starve then”
“True, but I could leave and become a trader”
“As if – can’t see you lasting two minutes in Bigmark”
“Can’t see me lasting two more minutes of this”
The horse-winch reaches the end of the furrow.
“Whadda you think Daniel? Is life a bowl of cherries?”
“Dunno anything about cherries; potatoes now… and I do know that this fucking tin horse must be the most inefficient use of battery power I’ve ever had to deal with”
| Neil Young | ||
| Thrasher | ||
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