To be of use

Why Medium?

I started blogging in 2006 on a site I called Jam Side Down and moved about a quarter of the content to Work of the World when I switched to microblogging on Twitter in 2015. I have migrated perhaps a third of the Work of the World writing here.

If the writings here have an inspiration, it is To be of use by Marge Piercy. Piercy is a daughter of Detroit, an unrelenting social critic, and a ferocious poet. This poem is her tribute to essential virtues: everyday hard work, persistence, and loyalty. For 35 years, I have kept a framed, letter-pressed copy of the poem over my desk.

To be of use

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

Marge Piercy, “To be of use” from Circles on the Water. Copyright © 1982 by Marge Piercy. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Random House LLC. All rights reserved.

Source: Circles on the Water: Selected Poems of Marge Piercy (Alfred A. Knopf, 1982)