In 1935 my Grandfather Sweet wrote a poem “Old Hoboes’ Lament” during the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl in Oklahoma. It must have seemed as if the world was ending at the time he wrote the poem. The piece above was inspired by the poem and several other ideas I’m playing with. The last stanza in the poem—”The business world today, a mart for grasping men. Who’d blast their brothers soul if it would help them win. Why is life like that? Like gobs of living yeast; The strong eat the weak, greatest devouring the least.” It’s not too uplifting but probably an accurate reflection of the times.
The dollar bill in “Not to Eat, Only a note of Trust”? I’m reading the book “Money, The Unauthorized Biography” by Felix Martin. It’s fascinating, both historically and sociologically. I’ve never felt comfortable with money. It’s sort of like a friend I have to have—so I’m working on understanding this friend. Sometimes all I can see is the damage money does to our environment and our health. To me it’s a tool we have not yet mastered in it’s best use, this probably has something to do with human nature.
So the chicken, my backyard chicken. My oldest daughter became a vegan last year, kindly introducing me to all that is wrong with our food consumption. We are working on this transition, not an easy one! What would a chicken do with money? The way she’s eyeing it suspiciously not knowing she’s the weakest with the greatest devouring the least.
This phrase from “Money, The Unauthorized Biography” “Non Aes, sed Fides—”not the metal, but trust.” on page 16. This is what it really is all about, trust. Money is about trust in/of society. I made a little headway in my friendship with the idea of money, I’m not finished with the book though!