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Qingnong: A Temporary Pause on World-Weariness | 02 Returning Home

Once, whether in mind or body, we left the countryside one after another - losing the keenness to observe life's constant cycle, overlooking the birdsong at dawn and dusk, forgetting the waxing and waning of the moon after the clouds disperse. Yet the heart's return will ultimately become that stubborn great tree, using its roots and bones to break through the asphalt surface, in the depths of your heart and mine.

Benjamin used the Swiss painter Paul Klee's watercolor "Angelus Novus" to puncture the myth of historical progress. In his writing, the angel in the painting has its back to the future and faces the past: "Where we see a chain of events, he sees onlya single catastrophe, which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it at his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But astormblows in from Paradise, catching in his wings; it is so violent that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistiblypropels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we callprogress." | Chen Yaorong, reading Benjamin's "Theses on the Philosophy of History," with a discussion of "Echoes of the Rainbow"

Returning home is the point where roots go downward and growth reaches toward the sun.In this process, I choose to turn my back on the future and pick up those who have become broken bricks and shattered tiles; I try to recover the ways people once related to one another and to nature, and at the same time, to find for myself - once a kite with a broken string - a corner where I can land safely. Though the hurricane comes as waves of doubt, and turbulence is unavoidable; but if you fall, just get back up again.


Recommended reading and notes:

❶ [Relationship Diary] The Little Prince and the Rose: The Time We Spend on Each Other Makes Us Special | 2017, Womany | The love (the rose) discussed in this article is not quite the same as my love for my hometown, but the process of working through a relationship is largely similar - equally ineffable, equally piercing.
❷ Jiji Weir and Hushan Reservoir | 2007, Environmental Information Center
❸ As a child I thought every plot of farmland had a miniature Earth God temple built of red brick - what a devout village it must have been - until I grew old enough to understand that it was actually the home of a water pump.
❹ Grain for Fertilizer - Who Benefited? - Taiwanese Farmers After World War II | Taiwan Bar, 2015, Story, History Written for Everyone
❺ Khí-pia̍t-tsong: khí-pia̍t-tsong, Minnan, meaning to build a villa.
❻ Translation: Don't go touching it with your itchy hands, or your whole body will itch later, understand?
❼ Tsia̍h-thâu-lōo: tsia̍h-thâu-lōo, Minnan, meaning to be employed by someone.

About [Qingnong: A Temporary Pause on World-Weariness]

I am 23 years old this year. I have decided to farm using friendly cultivation methods, living with my back bent.

After dropping out of school in 2015, I began one journey after another fleeing Taiwan and myself; in the process, cliché as it sounds, like countless backpacker influencers: "I found a lifestyle and belief I love." Because of an obstinate care for the land and for life, I was torn between the world and myself, and pain arose, and then world-weariness; however, in 2017, I went to Southeast Asia, to lands where the mother river flows, and lived and exchanged with many young farmers averaging 25 years old (series of articles). Only then did I realize: "It is precisely because we are young that it is all the more worthwhile to tread our time into the soil beneath our feet, nourishing all things." Thus the thought of taking root was born.
World-weariness comes from the fact that I still have expectations for this world; and farming is how I press pause on that state of world-weariness, and also how I recover the ability to answer frankly, "What are people born for?"
Here, I will record the path of farming - perhaps full of twists and turns, but having begun, that is always a good thing.
Labor: lóo-lat.

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