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John Namkung's avatar

Thanks for your comments. Yes, I did this on my own. I’m part of an informal group of friends who support 2 Ukrainian families in Sonoma County, but my trip to Ukraine for the Bread is Life project was on my own. Thank goodness for Google Translate! Most young people and workers in hotels, restaurants, train stations, etc., speak some English but the further you get from the cities, the more you need to rely on Google Translate. I’ve driven in Italy, so Ukraine was a piece of cake!

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Suzanne Maxson's avatar

I wish my response to the people of Ukraine could be more like yours, but words are all I have to offer. This poem is from my book, Movement. —Suzanne Maxson, Sebastopol

THE CONQUEST OF BREAD

In Ukraine the president’s wife

mourns that her little son who once

loved to dance and play the piano

now wants only to be a soldier.

A farmer in Ukraine speaks

of a project to feed the people

in wartime, providing free grain

to the granaries who freely

will grind it for the bakers

to freely bake the bread, thus

providing that sustenance

to the people, who in Ukraine

sometimes at home speak Russian.

The Russian Pyotr Kropotkin dreamed

of providing to all people good health

and bread and happiness, proclaiming

to the twentieth century and to this one

the dangers in devotion to capital

and in resignation to the cruelties

of greed. He dreamed

that pianists might sometimes work

with a collective of carpenters, each

engaged in the skills and the pleasures

of their work, thereby

fulfilling each in a meaningful life

and providing the people with music.

In Ukraine the people did sing

in the early days of this war

in basement shelters, and even

between bombings brought pianos

into the public squares where also

elderly women learned to shoot.

Kropotkin observed in the lives

of animals that their survival

is not bound in competition

but in mutual aid, in cooperation

and even in mutual pleasure, as birds

take flight together in the joy of it.

Neither Adam Smith nor Darwin

took sufficient notice of generosity

and joy. Kropotkin also, in his

observations, understood empathy

as a quality neither universally

nor uniquely human.

In everything exists the possibility

for generosity. Kropotkin’s dream

endures in the farmer’s project

offering bread.

As for survival, witness also

the intelligence of the slime mold

in whom singular and plural

are permeable states:

in challenging conditions

the membranes of those single cells

will fuse in a protoplasmic collectivity

of response, rising

to that challenge in movement

of primordial elegance. The wisdom

of slime molds does not now preoccupy

the citizens of Ukraine

but Kropotkin might recognize in it

The Conquest of Bread, his manifesto

for that utopian dream of the collective

as we might see

from the heights of time like birds

all human history as movement

in a protoplasmic migratory waltz.

The soldier dreams of dancing.

The farmer dreams of bees.

In her dream an old woman

lifts a rifle and wishes to awaken

in her bed. The carpenters sing.

The citizens in our dreams

are birds, soaring above borders

in liberation from the cage of nations

where presidents dream their dreams.

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Graciewilde's avatar

This is fascinating and heartbreaking . Thank you for your service to the people of Ukraine. Are you doing this on your own? I know you mentioned Sebastopol Friends but are you part of another group? How did you deal with the language barriers? You are also very brave, in my opinion, to drive in Europe!

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