LaTigra’s grade school pageant.

I recite, The Poor by William Carlos Williams.
I found this week’s poem while reading The Hidden Wound by Wendall Berry. Berry was particularly taken with the idea of, the custom of necessity, but I related to Williams’ admiration for the anarchy of poverty: an idea, since living on less than 5000$ a year, I have much pondered.
In regard to this poem, Berry states: [it is] as if suddenly, an uprising of the old truth that it can be profoundly liberating to be free of the claims of money.
Though life is in some ways easier with money, I often find that ‘old truth’ valid and valuable.