Issue #31: MAN
‘Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher,’ urged William Wordsworth in 1798. These words resonate strongly 218 years later as we celebrate life with plants, men, and words. From failed horticultural relationships to phallic plants, poets, artists, and a bunch of personal tales about men, we’ve got it covered. There’ll be wisdom and weirdness as usual, and plenty of testosterone (less usual).
And while we’re on the subject of William Wordsworth (what an appropriate name!), here’s the poem the above quote comes from. It’s a beauty.
The Tables Turned
By William Wordsworth
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.