"A Wood Dreamers Nightmare" ---by RusticWoodArt

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Blog entry by frank posted 01-18-2007 04:31 AM 825 reads 0 times favorited 3 comments Add to Favorites Watch

A Wood Dreamers Nightmare

....coming from the woods into this place of state of mind, where my fingers are given to the rhyme of allowing free rhythm, as they now splay across this keyboard, now shouting words out in this arena of a woodworkers paradise, where some to many gather, after the fashion of like minded minds….

—-and then to whom shall i offer the thanks to, that i can be considered to dwell with those of like minded minds, i am the misfit in a world gone helter skelter, where technology has become the right of passage for many, till the fewer of me are sucked down the plastic tubing lines, into the impellers of human shop dust, where we are told to await our turn at becoming human compost tea….

—-and all the while these many others pass me by, stopping to point and stare as they say amongst themselves, look and see cause there’s not many of this specimen left, till in their pointing i feel their whispers of what shall yet be, when woodworking is gone a thing of the past as is needed no-more, since now we machine as off to other lands where labor is cheap, and no need to wait since quantity is shipped all days of the week, and if you no like well just take what you get as this is all there is….

—-and so my dream continued as going on to a major nightmare, where woodworking was outlawed as unfit for mankind, just as workers of wood where now rounded up as wasters of trees, the many of us were shipped off to like minded processing centers never being understood, since to be translated and transformed was to be better informed, as programmed with hopes that these could also become mindless wonders, who give thanks for better plastic ways of many painted colors, and plastic is king where the gods of techno have said what shall be, after all tis better this way since too many choices are bad for the soul….

—-and some went underground to continue working in wood, since to their addiction they were fed as their hunger cried more, and sacrificing their all they escaped with their minds all buttoned down intact, these were the ones who gathered in secret with awe and respect, just as to hear them talk was glory to behold as heaven come down, their stories they told was of the beauties of wood in the hands of handmade, and you could tell by those hands where once strength and certainty did much abound, now there was sadness as they hid them in pockets so none could tell the scars that were there, and so passed this nightmare before my eyes this dear story to tell, i awoke from my dream in much fit of a sweat…. —-by flp

....and then I decided to dream some more….!
John Burroughs
“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.” —by John Burroughs


-- --frank, NH,

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#1 posted 01-18-2007 05:35 AM

For me, this nightmare started in 1975 when I worked for a large Manufacturing company in Calgary, Alberta. The division in which I worked made kitchen cabinets, case goods and fine mill work for some of Canada’s better hotels.

I was in charge of sales. Prior to obtaining the contracts it was my job to take the prospective customer’s brief and then have prototype products made. We always took a little creative license as this was the only way we could stand out from other bidding companies. We had a great design team and some real good craftsmen and women who could make wood talk.

But after winning the contract it was my job to liaise with the customer and make sure things were going well. But we would sometimes have customers – ”who give thanks for better plastic ways of many painted colors, and plastic is king where the gods of techno have said what shall be, after all tis better this way since too many choices are bad for the soul….”

They would complain that the pieces we were making didn’t have exactly the same grain, or color hue as the sample pieces. When we explained that that was the nature of would and that God never made an exact copy, they would drag out some piece of plastic laminate piece and say, “There – that’s what we want!”

I only stayed at that job for three years.

-- CanuckDon "I just love small wooden boxes!"

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dennis mitchell

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#2 posted 01-18-2007 06:17 AM

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed…” I think Alan said that

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#3 posted 01-18-2007 08:01 PM

The final dream is quite an inspiration. It has enough character and comfort that I can feel it even through a picture (which strips so much that out). I can only imagine what it must be like to live in such a place…

-- Rookster, (

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